Don’t read this book if you’re hungry. Or always hungry. Or likely to become hungry shortly. This will only worsen your symptoms.
This book is DELICIOUS and is a really insightful and heartwarming dip into the early years of one of the UK’s loveliest chefs (in my humble opinion) via some tasty food memories.
It may be sad to admit it but I can usually remember a lot more about holidays, relationships or life events by the meals that punctuated them. This book lets me know I’m not alone in this.
That holiday in Spain? Best chicken I’ve ever eaten. When Take That split up? Hawaiian pizza. That hot date? Creamiest creme brûlée I’ve tasted. And so on….
I’m positive that fellow food lovers and great story lovers alike will really enjoy this. If you don’t, I’ll eat my hat (with a red wine jus and asparagus accompaniment)