Cone Of Silence

The first time I ever had amaretti was a very long time ago indeed – even longer in amaretti years, which are shorter than ordinary years, but gape wistfully amaretti-less in between crunchy almondy indulgences. The first time I ever had amaretti, they came out of a tin just like this one...

Picture: Metalight on Etsy

And they were perfect.

I can’t help but think that, as well as shedding light in murky corners, this pendant lamp gives a sense of the sort of cone of silence that descends during those times of peacefully almost-satisfied-but-nowhere-near-full-yet nomming that occurs in the presence of delicious things to eat...