Arrived in Italy noonish and was whisked by uniformed BMW chauffeur to the Relais Franciacorta, on the slopes overlooking Lake Iseo. Over the 14-hour journey, Delta had fed me several meals of its patented amalgam of sawdust and cardboard, so I was ready for some real food.
This is crema di piselli, cream of fresh garden peas, with crayfish and prawns, cherry tomatoes and a drizzle of olive oil. Accompanied by a glass (well, two glasses) of Berlucchi's Cuvée 61, a sparkling wine that got its name because it recalls "the fun of the 60s." Gotta say, I could get used to the Italian lifestayle.