It’s the mid-1980s, and my mother is obsessed with the American cookery writer and lifestyle guru Martha Stewart’s first book, Entertaining. Suddenly our simple green salads have flowers scattered over them – nasturtiums, for heaven’s sakes! She’s carving crudités into candy sticks and making heart-shaped mince pies at Christmas. The ultimate showstopper is a bowl made of moulded ice and rose petals, filled with lemon sorbet. Our house guests are agog, baffled by the displays in front of them. “Sarah, you are amazing,” they say, and she beams.
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