I loved this book. I loved it so much that I took my time reading it. There were nights I said to meself, “that is enough for now, save some for tomorrow.” I’d set it down on my nightstand and smile myself to sleep.
Nigel Slater is now my friend. He may not know it, but I have known him his entire life. And I learned it all through his stories about food. It is brilliant. With each food memory, and a couple of pages to get you there, he’ll make you smile, laugh, and ask yourself, “did he really just write that? And what does it have to do with a meat pie?”
Twitter has nothing on his bursts of information. They are short and to the point. They have a beginning, a middle, and an end. They are about food, and his life.
I admit, his story telling is certainly more crisp than his prose, but a book like this is worth the effort (this is one of his older ones, so I will try a few more. His cooking books, by the way, are a fixture in our kitchen).
Toast, by Nigel Slater, is perfect for short stints. You know the places. This is the one.
I highly recommend it.