Afternoons in Ithaka

A charming memoir of self-discovery, family, connection and the power of a tomato.
'I remember crusty just-baked bread, rubbed with juicy tomato flesh, swimming in a puddle of thick green olive oil. I am seven years old. I sit on a stool in my grandmother's house. It is the height of summer in a seaside village in the south of Greece. We little Aussies devour 'tomato sandwiches' as the family chats and laughs and swats flies ...' From the first heady taste of tomatoes on home-baked bread in...