Simon
I have never seen the point of children. They know nothing about food
and aren't allowed to drink alcohol. (In France, of course, they do
things differently. A sensual appreciation of the good things in life
begins, as it should, at birth. French boys grow up believing they
drank wine at Maman's tit.)
So. With the Torta di Castagne, let them drink water. Don't waste
your breath asking them if they want still or sparkling. Kids never
know what they want. Unless it's broccoli, of course. The lure of
the floret completely escapes me and yet three year olds can't get
enough of the stuff. Perhaps it's eaten by those Television Tubbys.
'Still or sparkling?' It's a phrase I've banned from The Quill
and Tassel along with 'Is service included?' There's something moronic
and unfeeling about the way such phrases are rabbited out.
One June day in 2000, I was doing a Water Run in the Vosges when
I sourced the most marvellous spring. So gently carbonated, I didn't
know if it was still or not.
Et voilà, you can now buy The Quill and Tassel Starkling
Water. It's still AND sparkling. It drinks both ways. Happy
now?
