Filled with pumpkin roasted for, perhaps, too long with crushed fennel seeds, but collapsed and caramel and just right nonetheless. Mango chutney, dabs of brick red harissa paste, breadcrumbs and tiny drops of almond essence, my attempt to replicate the amaretti Paul Gayler uses which I thought we still had.
There is an added, somewhat sensual bonus for the patient cappelletti-filler. Wonton (why do my fingers long to type wanton?) wrappers have a luxuriant, silken texture. It's a pleasure to fill and fold, rhythmically.
Not the wisest of meals given the crippling heat, but a simple enough task if one stays calm and focused.
Which I did. Thank goodness.