Glace de la Lavande

Until I started to write this book I had conducted few culinary experiments with lavender. I decided, though, that by the time I arrived at the final chapter this would be my lavender summer.

It was July, and my own English lavender, like a gentle echo of that in the fields of Provence, was covered with the long mauve spikes of scented flowers. Before long the bushes were shorn and I carried every bloom into the kitchen. The house began to smell wonderful – everywhere you walked the