Saturday, 2 July 2011

I'm on!

I've gone and done it this time! I have actually started a blog and yes, this is my first ever blog.  Ho hum, yes I know, another blog out weaving it's way through time and space and maybe even into someone else's computer and mind.  Just in case you can't guess, this blog is indeed about Nigella.  And I am quite aware that there are probably hundreds, if not thousands, already out there doing their bit to share their devotion for the goddess of cooking.  Do you know, I haven't even looked to see what is out there.

My Nigellaed (meaning that I have been Nigella-ed) is really a place, dare I say even a sacred place, how could it not be if it is about Nigella, for me to record what I have cooked from her cookbooks and website. If you happen to come across this site and for some unknown reason you dislike Nigella then please feel free to not leave anything on my blog and basically go somewhere else. Although, really, why would you be on here if you don't have some type of feelings for Nigella.

I adore her.  In fact, if anyone has ever watched the show Rove, which is no longer on tv, you may recall when he interviewed celebrities and his last question was always "Who would you turn gay for?"  Primarily, most female celebreties responded with Angelina Jolie, I myself don't see the attraction, except for maybe the lips.  Anyway, if it was being asked of me, my response would undoubtedly be Nigella.  Why wouldn't it be...she has a beautiful face and smile, lovely flowing hair, a voluptuous body and is an amazing cook.  What else would a gay woman need I ask you?

I have watched Nigella on television with joy and desire in my heart, wishing I had her books and could cook such delicious looking meals.  It wasn't until I saw her on Masterchef recently that I decided to sod it and go out and buy some of her cookbooks.  So, I am now the proud owner of 'Kitchen', 'Nigella Express' and 'Forever Summer'.  Now, if I only had the time to cook everything and the metabolism to eat it all!

The first time I had Nigellaed was her Lemon Meringue Cake.  Oh my gosh! What a heavenly delight, sweet with the delicious tang of lemon.  I adore nearly all types of lemon flavoured cakes, pies and slices but a combination of cake and a lemon meringue pie, you can't get much better.  My mouth is watering now just thinking about it.  I really am going to have to cook that one again, and soon.  My husband and I had a slice each once it was ready and then we took it over to his sister's for a party!  No one seemed to mind that it was missing some once they tasted it.

Since the Lemon Meringue Cake success I have made from her 'Kitchen' cookbook the Barbecued Beef Mince (which I have actually made twice in the space of a week because it is so good, particularly with plain corn chips), for lunch we had the Mortadella and Mozzarella Frittata (yum but not one that we will cook often as the mortadella I used was a little pricey) the Crisp Chicken Cutlets (I think we had the oil up a bit too hot and the outside was a little over-cooked) the Greek Lamb Chops with Lemon and Potatoes (we had these last night and all I can say is scrumptious! My husband loved them and even my son loved them, and the extras I made to eat today disappeared last night).  I have also just taken a tray of Blondies out of the oven (and the smell wafting through the house is so tantalising) and for lunch today I am making the Halloumi with Beetroot and Lime and tonight for dinner, we will be having the South Indian Vegetable Curry.

Not a bad start but still so many more to go.

I will have to try to remember to take photos of them all but it is a thought that does not appear in my mind once the food is ready, it all just looks and smells so fantastic that the idea of taking a photo is overwhelmed by the thought of just eating it.

Off now to take the Blondies out of the tray and again, probably eat them before a camera gets anywhere near them.

I thought I would leave with a quote about food and cooking.
"I don't believe in low-fat cooking." Nigella, of course.

Ciao for now.