What’s up sweet paul?
Welcome to the summer issue
of Sweet Paul Magazine!
I asked all my contributors in this issue to tell me what their ultimate summer
holiday would be. And then I tried to figure out what my ultimate holiday would
When I was a kid it was the endless days spent in our summer cabin by the
sea, filled with sand, sun, amazing seafood and BBQ. My father would be the
pit master, while my mother made the most amazing potato salad. We had
mackerel with fingerling potatoes, sour cream and cucumbers, prawns with
mayo, salads and endless amounts of fresh strawberries.
When I got older and started traveling, I spent many a summer in Italy—
eating and drinking my way through the amazing country. Pizza in
Napels, steaks in Florence, pasta in Pisa and seafood in Rome.
One of my best memories was making a cookbook in Tuscany with
my friends Nina and Jim. We rented this house on a farm with olive
groves and fig trees. This little old woman next door heard we were
doing a book on pasta and wanted to teach me some real Italian
recipes. I spent two days in this huge farm kitchen,
cooking, drinking wine and pretending to understand
everything she told me. I didn’t know any Italian, but that
didn’t stop her from talking. Such fun.
But now I think my ultimate holiday would be just sitting
under a palm tree in a comfy chair with a good book, a
cocktail and just watch the sea.