By Antonio Carluccio and Priscilla Carluccio
Published 1997
When I was a child, one of the most exciting times of the year was the beginning of summer. Not only was it school holiday time, but there was also a sense of anticipation that the first of the summer crops of fruit were ripening. Having gone through the long winter eating pears and apples and preserved fruit in the form of composta, or compote, it was exciting to consider eating the new season’s cherries for dessert instead.
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