We were in the kitchen in London, it was one of those rare mornings when the sun peeped out. We were sitting on the edge of our stools still wrapped in sleep and heavy sweaters. I had made a light breakfast, nothing special to me, although I secretly nourished the faith in the flattering power of butter and sugar caramelized on a high flame. You have to post it! What, this recipe? a stewed apple? You

Ingredients: knob butter, sugar, plain yogurt,