It's a bit strange, but Nigel Slater is one of those famous chefs that I don't actually know much about. We have one of his cookbooks that Mr C's mum bought him once as a birthday present, but we've not yet made anything from it. I'm not sure why though.
My mother in Law recently lent me a copy of Slater's autobiography, Toast: The Story of a Boy's Hunger as she initially thought my mum would like it. It turned out that my mum had already read it, so I thought I ought to give it a go.
Toast isn't really an autobiography in the traditional sense, but instead provides a series of vignettes, in chronological order, that illustrate various points of his life that have some sort of food significance. It provides a wonderful insight into his life and childhood in particular and captures the humour and sorrow of his childhood in equal measure.
I'm now just left wondering why I haven't used any of his cookbooks before. It might be time to find the one we do have from the kitchen shelf and choose something to make for dinner next week.
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