A weekend of feasting ended last evening with a dinner centred on Risotto alla Milanese -- the saffron-infused risotto sometimes served with classic Osso Buco. In a week when a friend -- known to all as The Pocket Chef* -pointed out that the origins of the name 'Croydon' lay in 'Crocus' as there were crocus beds there centuries before 60s high rise and the Fairfield Halls. The world's most expensive and evocative spice coming from such a place has me enthralled -- proving too that beauty and wonderment can be found everywhere (see www.walkwithjoy.com ). The splendid risotto ended four nights of feasting in honour of Joy's cousin who made his twice yearly visit to No 19. This gentle man, with his passion for Medieval England, is a dream to cook for. He enjoys his food regardless of the dish and its make up. Friday calls for fish and the Morrison's fishmongers' slab was unusually bereft of excitement for the first Friday in months. Given they rule on fresh fish, such disappointment was not to be expected as I'd made a detour to shop their counter. I said as much and opted for the only bright eyed fish he had -- farmed trout -- probably Fish No 23 or 31 on my list of favourites unless we're in Malmedy where the 'Arc de Ciel' trout is a prized speciality and it's possible to order 'Au Bleu'. Friday's trout we simply brushed the whole fish with melted butter and grilled for