As promised, we've dusted off our grease splattered notebooks, attempted to mend the wobbly 'shift' key on the work laptop and pulled our neglected blog boots back on in time for spring and all its promises. This week we're treating you to a brand new recipe straight from the hobs.

You poor, hungry people. We know - we left you, totally abandoned, discarded like the dirty wrapper on a late night kebab. We're sorry. We're hungry too. These last 2 months, since our sojourn in Italy (seems like years ago - where on earth did the summer go?) have been.

Buongiorno tutti! The title of this post seems to have sprung from the part of my brain designed for storing the names of bad 90s films, but we'll go with it for now... We return from shooting our summer chapter in glorious Tuscany a few pounds heavier, ever so slightly browner.

The dizzying heights of colour-coordinated prop house shelves were our backdrop on sunny Monday as we scoured for Salad Club-style crockery, cutlery and napiery for our first book shoot. Tempted by just about everything, and with no idea on how to scale back on the unnecessaries, we ended up.