Chapter 31
Friday morning—market day. The sun shone from a clear blue sky, and only a soft breath of wind ruffled the flags in the square as we were setting up the marquee. It was almost noon, and the market was due to begin at five o’clock, with the judging of the orecchiette scheduled for eight pm. My stomach bubbled with nervous energy as Francesca and I fixed the legs of the marquee with pavers and set up the long benches for the servery and the food preparation. The generator was ready to go, as were the portable stovetop and oven where we were to cook the pasta, cauliflower and the pesto. We only had to cook enough for the judges. Customers would be served the dish prepared in the kitchen as needed. I stood back and ran through the checklist in my head.
‘What time do the inspectors
