‘Daad, what’s ambrosia?’ asked Kate, tucking in to her favourite breakfast of mashed-up feta and olive oil, the savoury version of yoghurt and honey.
‘Tinned rice pudding, sweetheart. It’s not bad but it doesn’t have any skin. The skin’s the best part. It sticks to the roof of your mouth and you suck it.’
‘I like the skin on the top of cocoa. Trouble is you don’t get enough with Greek milk.’
‘When I was a monitor in a colonie de vacances in France, our breakfast treat was the skin off the boiled milk for the kids’ hot chocolate. You heaped it on your bread all warm and slimy. Délicieux.’
‘Sounds luvverly,’ said Kate. ‘Can we have that, Mummy?’
‘Beugh. If you two don’t stop I’ll be sick,’ said the Guardian of Taste. ...