I admit to not being the biggest Nigel Slater fan. I will certainly look at his tasty recipes in the Guardian or Observer but have avoided his writing and previous television programmes. It’s the Nigel/Nigella problem; flowery, over-the-top language that I try to steer clear of. Just tell me what ingredients to buy and how to make it taste bloody nice. That’s all I need. I am a simple creature. Do I really need to know that the bananas displayed in your huge kitchen/diner are ambrosial or the folding in of the lavender scented sugar takes you back to a time you fell asleep in your nanna’s airing cupboard? I am certainly not a fan of Gordon’s method: “ADD CHEESE. MIX. WHACK IT IN THE OVEN. DONE!” … just somewhere in between would be perfect. In my head, this means Jamie Oliver (without the ‘bruv’s or ‘pucker’s, innit?) but I know many who disagree.
I have warmed to Nigel with his recent programmes that focus on different themes (citrus or classic comfort food for example) or give advice on what main meal to cook on day one and magically use the leftovers for days two to five. A homely Sunday roast chicken can go a long way! This particular episode dealt with the topic of abundance. A glut, if you will. Mmmmmm, glut. Read the rest of this entry »