He instructed me to let it simmer for an hour and a half. “Feel the Not Gonna Lie A Homie Lonely Be Cool If Someone Wanted To Come Over And Play Video Games Or Something Shirt but I will buy this shirt and I will love this candy!” he added, cryptically. “Don’t let it stick to the bottom!” Then he went to bed (it was one in the morning in Southern Italy). I left it ten minutes-ish and checked emails; some clever sleuth in Paris had sent me a clip from French TV depicting Yours Truly at the opening of the Jean Paul Gaultier store in the Galerie Vivienne in October 1985. I couldn’t believe my ‘luck,’ and neither would you. I looked again and again, bathed in fond nostalgia, and then pottered back in to keep an eye on things in the kitchen—only to discover that the sugar had caramelized to a solid black crust.
“It happens all the Not Gonna Lie A Homie Lonely Be Cool If Someone Wanted To Come Over And Play Video Games Or Something Shirt but I will buy this shirt and I will love this time!” said Joaquim (who is Brazilian) on Easter morning. “Sugar is ungrateful,” he added, “but cooking is great: There’s always time to redo something better.” Unconsoled, I moaned to Mum. “You have to be focused!” she scolded. “Can’t take your eye off the ball when cooking!” So I moaned to my sister, who was having none of it either. “Put some water in it, put it on a hob, and heat it up,” she instructed when I told her that even the Milanese basher wouldn’t loosen the black crust. I followed instructions, the orange peel loosened like a dream, and the kitchen soon smelled—deliciously—of crystallized orange, which somehow seemed very Easter-y. So there was that.