There are days when I am convinced that Nigella Lawson was put on Earth to make me fat.
Or happy. Let’s face it: the woman is a genius.
Hearts tessellate, who knew?
Feast is one of my favourite cookbooks. It reads like a lesson in loving life, revelling in it.
Feast lives on my eye-level shelf for ease of access when an occasion needs to be celebrated, a success savoured, a sorrow consoled, a date marked.
Happy St. Valentine’s Day to you all and, most especially, to the one I love.
The recipe for Nigella’s Custard Cream Hearts is here.
Once upon a time there were two handsome princes who wanted to bring their girlfriends out for a slap up meal. Sadly, they were student princes without the necessary cash to actually pay for food. (Aside; these princes belonged to a debating society so they owned their own tuxedos which was of great benefit when wooing women but no help at all when it came to paying restaurant bills)
They put their handsome heads together and came up with an elaborate plan.
They would recreate the ambiance of a charming French bistro in a tiny, grotty bedsit (ie, Chez Moi).
They raided their respective palace kitchens and stole the makings of Tarragon Chicken for four. There might have been a chocolate cake from Marks and Spencer (considered the pinnacle of luxury in 1992) and there was, clearly, a bottle of Blue Nun.
They rented a video and borrowed a VCR and a TV.
After dinner they sat, all four of them in a row, on the floor with their backs against the single bed and a duvet over their legs, and watched a movie. This was a very big treat for the girl who lived without TV.
The night was a success.
The video was Truly Madly Deeply.
One of those handsome princes got his girl, married her and has treated her as his princess ever after.
The girl, of course, has remained truly, madly, deeply in love with the handsome prince
and with Alan Rickman.
After all this time ?
The sun ain’t gonna shine anymore.
My heart hurts.