Once you pop, you can’t stop
‘Ripped greedily from the vine–the pod sliced apart with eager nail–those verdant emerald spheres are insanely addictive’
LUXURY comes in myriad forms. There’s the lavishly obvious—caviar, lots of it, piled high on Melba toast. And the illicit—ortolans, those tiny, tragic songbirds, fattened in the dark, drowned in brandy and eaten whole. You hide beneath a napkin as you eat, not
