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Easy
By Keith Floyd
Published 1994
After many weeks on the road travelling through Italy with my trusty portable stove and a film crew I was getting bored of veal steaks and a wedge of lemon, bored of (increasingly poor quality as we travelled south) pasta and sick to the back teeth of small bony fish, squid or octopus. I craved vegetables, soups, lamb chops. So imagine my joy as I sped along the twisting roads of Sicily and saw the rugged hills and mountains alive with grazing sheep. Lamb chops at last. And maybe even some