A couple of weeks ago I received a mysterious text message. It was from someone I didn’t know, Tina, saying she’d read my book and would like to know how to cook fried flowers. Apparently she and her boyfriend were in Italy and had bought said flowers after reading about them. By the time I replied, she’d already cooked them in butter and they were rather soggy.
Next day (in another text) she tried again, and they enjoyed them with a view over the roof tops of Pisa. The fried flowers were so good, she said, that her boyfriend proposed. I like to think that my romantic influence spreads far and wide.