Pork chops, tomatoes and pasta
Burkinis, green flared hipsters and Iberian ancestry
I've looked back on my World Cup posts, yes I do read my own posts, unfortunately much like text messages it's usually after I've pressed the send button. Reading those posts it strikes me that I have a handful of goto dishes, dishes who's origin are lost in time but are easy, tasty and, well, goto. I'm waiting for one such dish to cook as I write.
It is quite by chance that I rediscovered the draft of an unpublished blog I had been working on over a year ago. The blog was based around a conversation over a sandwich lunch with a couple of old work colleagues. The focus of the conversation was supposed to be Nigella's then, latest offering, Nigellissima. Unfortunately being of the female variety my colleagues seemed more inclined to discuss her burkini. Not having a clue what this was all about I decided to concentrate on my sandwich and give it a Google when I got home (the burkini that is, not my sandwich).
Despite once being the proud owner of green flared hipsters and a purple Ben Sherman shirt with collars long enough to protect my nipples, I cannot by any stretch of the imagination be classed as a 'dedicated follower of fashion'. I do though like to think of myself as pretty broad minded, even so I'm not broad minded enough to find the pictures of Nigella in her burkini acceptable. To be honest I found them quite disturbing and having re-googled I still do!
Before we get too engrossed in Nigella's fashion faux pas or for that matter mine, what about Nigellissima. My friends and I, in common with more knowledgable commentators are of the opinion that not only was the burkini a step too far, but so was Nigellissima. Stop teeth sucking, I'm normally a great fan of the curvy goddess, after all, having studied every episode of every previous series, I've come to the conclusion that she knows I'm watching and can't resist flirting with me. Unfortunately flirting is not enough to mitigate her latest offering in which a lot of the dishes seem to have come completely off the rails.
It was part way through episode 5 that I finally had enough. Risottata!
