Taste I rather like poems about minor calamities, bursts of tiny delights, the sun warming the tender skin of the elderly. Also, the way palm fronds conduct themselves during a southerly, dishevelled, exposing the softness of their billowing arms. Pastries in display cases do something for me too. Even cupcakes iced in gelato colours, adorned with miniature decorations … Can you see my preference for the words “miniature” and “tiny”, an inclination towards the distilled in a world favouring often the big and the overwhelming? People with the patience to follow a complex recipe—well, that’s not me, but I like…