Joints of Chicken Baked with Cinnamon

On an island in the Aegean, in the middle of an olive grove, my husbands prep school headmaster has built himself his life’s dream – a small, square, whitewashed tower with arched windows and pilasters round the top where, in his retirement, he goes for most of the year to paint. One summer just after we married we decided to visit him there; the bus dropped us at a café on the beach and we stumbled towards his tower with our suitcases through the stubbly grass of the olive groves. We had a