My mum calls them Kriecherl or Kriacherl, they aren’t bigger than black cherries and taste similar to plums.

While its taste made my tastebuds cry “woah, sour!!!”, the shop assistant insisted that the little pearls go exceptionally well with champagne, vodka or oysters. I certainly have been wowed, but I’m pretty sure some of my smart readers know what I’m talking about, no?

These days I especially have a wish for one little skill: a very readable, pleasing to the eye and charming handwriting. Whenever somebody asks me to sign a copy of my book I’m a bit hesitant, because I know my handwriting just too well, and it is about as far from pretty as it can get.

One small detail in his book struck me the most – he had used an ingenious method to poach an egg. In case your Easter plans warrants a poached egg, why not try this for yourself?