Last year, when I was meeting with Clarkson Potter about the cookbook I wanted to write, they asked if I’d be interested in a travel journal. As the blank book queen of the universe, I immediately said yes. Now it has arrived and looks inviting. I wish I were going to India so I could fill it with spices, vegetable recipes, moony descriptions of the Taj, and swatches of cloth. The pages are blank and lined. Scattered throughout are quotes from my books.
The photographs on the cover are by my dear colleague Steven Rothfeld. We have worked together on so many projects. The sunflower one records a memorable lunch at Bramasole. Looking at it gives me a pang of longing for long afternoons in July. That’s not my house with the wisteria but I wish I did have that decadent vine cascading from my balcony. The cypresses along a white road are my favorite images of Tuscan landscape. Who could not want to walk that road?