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I hate fishing. I’m not a big fisherman like Tony. I especially hate all that waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting. That’s why I’m not a very good pastry cook. I can’t stand putting something in the oven and then just waiting around for everything to happen. I’d be forever opening the oven door to find out how it’s going. ‘Is it ready yet?’ I like action, I like to move with my food.

So no, I am in too much of a hurry to be a fisherman. To be honest, I get more of a thrill out of finding a wild mushroom in the forest. Now that’s exciting.

I used to go fishing as a boy in Lake Maggiore, near where we lived in northern Italy. We used to go after gobbino, or sunfish, which are a good eating fish, a little smaller than perch. I remember going out with my grandfather one time and we found a buca. This is a hole on the bottom of the lake floor where the fish go to lie low during summer, to escape the heat. They just stay there all day, then come out at night to feed. All you had to do was put in your line and pull out a fish. Put in and pull out. Put in and pull out.

That’s the sort of fishing I like. No waiting.