Food has been my career, my hobby, and, it must be said, my escape. Nigel Slater More Quotes by Nigel Slater More Quotes From Nigel Slater It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you. Nigel Slater love-someone toasts impossible It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you....Once the warm, salty butter has hit your tongue, you are smitten. Putty in their hands. Nigel Slater tongue impossible hands Almost anything is edible with a dab of French mustard on it. Nigel Slater mustard dabs There is too much talk of cooking being an art or a science – we are only making ourselves something to eat. Nigel Slater too-much cooking art Pamper a tomato, overfeed it, overwater it and you will get a Paris Hilton of a tomato. Nigel Slater tomatoes paris Good kitchens are not about size; they are about ergonomics and light. Nigel Slater size kitchen light Food is, for me, for everybody, a very sexual thing and I think I realised that quite early on. I still cannot exaggerate how just putting a meal in front of somebody is really more of a buzz for me than anything. And I mean anything. Maybe that goes back to trying to please my dad, I don't know. It's like parenting in a way I suppose. Nigel Slater dad mean thinking British food is a celebration of comfort eating. Our traditional savoury recipes are all about warmth and sustenance, our puddings a roll call of sweet jollity, our cakes are deep and cosy. We appear to be a nation in need of a big, warm hug. Nigel Slater hug cake sweet Real food meas big-flavoured, unpretentious cooking. Good ingredients made into something worth eating. Just nice, uncomplicated food. Nigel Slater nice cooking real It is the deep, salty stickiness of food that intrigues me more than any other quality. Nigel Slater salty intrigue quality Well let's face it, who on earth besides antique dealers and gay couples actually still give dinner parties? Nigel Slater gay party couple I cannot go any further without mentioning my favourite biscuit of all time, now sadly, tragically, extinct. The oaty, crumbly, demerara notes of the long-forgotten Abbey Crunch will remain forever on my lips. I loved the biscuit as much as anything I have ever eaten, and often, in moments of solitude, I still think about its warm, buttery, sugary self. Nigel Slater self food thinking It must have been the lack of nutrients that gave my father his temper. He is not a sweet man despite a very sweet tooth. Nigel Slater sweet men father
