The fig tree and the writer

Type
Reflection
Category
Writing

This is my home but not my country. When I visited Sicily for the first time as an adult, in the 1990s, I understood that maybe it was my country but it could never be my home. The fig tree is oblivious to its origins, to its alien status but for me, this belonging and not belonging is the source of all my questions, all my writing.

Basket of figs
Peasant's wedding (detail)
Type
Article
Category
Food

Nigella Lawson and the hidden art of eating for pleasure

I see Nigella as a sort of role model for all those women for whom eating is a hard-won skill. For me, her real talent lies not in cooking or even her recipes per se, but in her confidently taking a creamy, loaded forkful of carbonara as joyfully as she wields the tools of language.