“ Pamper a tomato, overfeed it, overwater it and you will get a Paris Hilton of a tomato. ”
Food is, for me, for everybody, a very sexual thing and I think I realised that quite early on. I still cannot exaggerate how just putting a meal in front of somebody is really more of a buzz for me than anything. And I mean anything. Maybe that goes back to trying to please my dad, I don't know. It's like parenting in a way I suppose.
~ Nigel Slater
Well let's face it, who on earth besides antique dealers and gay couples actually still give dinner parties?
I cannot go any further without mentioning my favourite biscuit of all time, now sadly, tragically, extinct. The oaty, crumbly, demerara notes of the long-forgotten Abbey Crunch will remain forever on my lips. I loved the biscuit as much as anything I have ever eaten, and often, in moments of solitude, I still think about its warm, buttery, sugary self.
Almost anything is edible with a dab of French mustard on it.
