Went to the library today and checked out three cookbooks, one of which was Nigella Lawson's Feast. I love her for so many reasons. That she cooks her hams in Cherry Coke, that she loves roast chicken and cheeseburgers and 4-minute eggs. That she eats from the fridge. That she is an unapologetic carnivore.
She never takes herself too seriously. (I cannot abide food snobs.) She is wry and witty and, let's face it, beautiful. Her cookbooks are the only ones my husband flips through and I'm not sure he's looking at the recipes... Plus, her pasta with chili, crab, and watercress is perfection on a plate.
I love to cook holiday meals and I can create any reason to throw a party. For that reason, reading Feast this afternoon was truly a joyful experience. It covers every occassion from Christmas to kids' parties.
I found myself nodding along to and agreeing with so much of her writing. Sometimes I feel like no one else understands my obsession with cooking and why it's "easy" for me to cook what I think are great meals most every day. Cooking for my family is a pleasure in every sense of the word. Lawson says,
I know quite how smugly idiotic it sounds to say that every meal should be a feast, but I certainly aim for that...What I eat myself or just the two of us eat nightly, when the children are in bed, has to be more important to the fabric of life than what I might choose to give a tableful of people once in a blue moon...I want to wallow in the ways I celebrate the comforting everydayness of life.
That's it right there.