Day Fourteen

Despite my enormous tiredness and the idea that all I want to do is curl up on the sun bathed bed in our room and sleep through from early evening to tomorrow morning, I somehow find the desire to cook dinner. And in the end it is not just any dinner, it is melanzane alla parmigiana which involves many things like slicing purple aubergine into papyrus strips to be fried and blackened and fill the kitchen with delicate and persistent smoke; like layering brilliant red tomato sauce, full of garlic but lacking basil as our plant died again, with the paper thin aubergines, milky mozzarella and drifts of parmesan melting into the dish like snow under the grill. We eat it on top of thick slices of bread, made yesterday by my husband, and think how lucky we are. Like eating in a restaurant I would say, like eating at home would be his reply.