I’ve been watching Nigel Slater’s TV programmes A Taste of My Life. So enjoyable!
I finished reading Atonement yesterday and am in the middle of writing about it, but I felt I needed to read something less heart-rending. I’ve been reading mostly books about or set in the Second World War, enlightening but serious stuff. And then I remembered I have Toast by Nigel Slater, subtitled “the story of a boy’s hunger”. The first few pages I’ve read are so amusing and wonderful. It’s a mixture of food and family and although there are hints that not all went well in his childhood, so far it has cheered me up enormously. His description of how his father made a contraption for lifting the ancient heavy Kenwood from “its deep dark hole in the kitchen work surface” made me laugh out loud at the image of the “huge mixer bouncing up like a jack-in-a-box”.