The breakfast table could be set for King Henry VIII or Marie Antoinette. Clipped bunches of plump grapes cascade from long-stemmed crystal bowls, glowing in the morning light. Manicured arrangements of fruit glisten: piles of raspberries, slivers of mango, peeled lychees and polished plums. Glass cloches enclose seed-flecked goat’s cheese, baskets of croissants and crusty sourdough, jars of honeys, preserved figs and physalis. It’s a Dutch still-life painter’s heaven.
While I’m…


