We've had a few guests through in the last week. It has involved quite a bit of cooking / feeding / generally being busy. In that kind of whirlwind, the cookery books don't get used, I default to "old faithfuls". So this morning's luxury was sitting with the French doors flung open onto a warm autumnal garden. I sat down with my latest cook book, purchased in Melbourne and written about the "Cairo Kitchen". Happy sigh. Next time someone will get experimented on from this book, as it contains so many nostalgic recipes for me.