However, a good chunk of the programme was about the Salvo Montalbano detective stories by Andrea Camilleri, which are set in Sicily, and food is important and the marvellous TV series captures this fact extremely well. Whilst my favourite fictional detectives on paper are Martin Beck (Stockholm based) by Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo, and Inspector Wexford (set in fictional Kingsmarkham) by Ruth Rendell, my detective food memory of all time has to be of Erlendur in Jar City by Analdur Indridason. In it Elendur munches his way through part of the story eating a half-a-sheep's head he bought from a drive-thru take-away (the film could not resist showing Erlendur pluck out the eyeball and stick it his mouth whole, then bite).
As you will have guessed by now, I enjoyed the programme no end and seemed to set me up for a foodie week.
The week before I came back from Derby after meeting someone I had not seen since we were about fifteen, and who found me because of another blog I have (mywembley.blogspot). with a lovely bottle of wine from Devon and chillies grown on a Torquay kitchen windowsill. I took the photograph below on my Lenton kitchen windowsill.