We own so many beautiful things, and also so much crap. Here is my gorgeous and wickedly sharp folded steel cleaver, but also my macbook charger, which, savaged by a cat I know, now works intermittently at best. Old glue, used by a former flatmate to fix his boots, moved house with us and will now languish in a drawer for years as it gradually solidifies. Approximately ten thousand pencils. And elderly vegetables, which we watch rot while eating mortadella sandwiches. I try to be stricter and keep only what’s beautiful, but there’s always the possibility I might find myself in need of sofrito.