I cooked again tonight, the first time in a while, and was excited about the potential results. Hand-made tortellini filled with sweet potato, leek, ricotta and imported French truffle oil, on a pickled mushroom tomato sauce, topped with micro-basil, imported Italian parmesan and the first-press extra virgin olive oil I saw get made on Monday at Cobram Estate.
But I didn’t really taste it. I was too busy being overwhelmed at having my amazing, inspirational, creative, artistic friend back at my dinner table, back in my life. My wife, my friend and I. Who cares about the food?

