I seem to have slid seamlessly into cucina povera. The qualifications for this school of cooking are simple – have very little money, yet have tastebuds that crave excitement. Or just be hungry. Any combination works. I am aware that true “povera” does not encompass store cupboard cookery, as the cupboard will most likely be bare. I am in fact cooking a soup from a recipe that comes from a not totally poverty stricken source – the pen of no other than Jamie Oliver. There is a delicious smell wafting up the stairs from the large red Le Creuset that is keeping warm on the wood burner. This is in fact situated next to the television which brings me to the point. I saw Emmerdale by mistake and thought I was in Royston Vasey, without the jokes.