Consider the scene: The table is set beautifully with a hodgepodge of mismatched cutlery, plates and napkins that evoke an inherently charming feel. The kitchen is alive with movement and frenzy, and the heat of the oven fills the room with an almost visibly comforting heat.
There’s oil on your favourite apron, dressing on your nose and a glass of too-warm wine in your hand – but it doesn’t matter. Your closest friends and family begin to tumble through the door one by one, lifting their noses in delight at the scent of roast potatoes and perfectly glazed carrots. You break bread over candlelight because daylight savings means winter roasts are perpetually conducted in darkness. The food and company are perfectly warm. All is well.
