At random moments an entirely uninvited image comes into my mind of the green fat gravy she brewed up at Christmas. Who the heck could bugger up gravy ?
She’s going to do something terrible I can just see it. Italian food is delicious and my Auntie ( married my uncle when he was a soldier in Naples in 1946 ) made lovely food with what was available at the time. Pasta wasn’t stocked in our shop so we made it. No machine but a rolling pin did the job. We grew tomatoes and onions. Herbs in tubs. Olive oil was bought from the chemist because it was used for earache.
No slop was eaten.
Hattie suits her hat. Boom boom