I want to be Nigella Lawson.
She is sort of everything I'm not: brunette, beautifully voluptuous and happy about it (I'm not voluptuous when I'm chubby, I'm just chubby and not in the right spots, and I am definitely not happy about it).
If you don't know who Nigella Lawson is, she is a cookbook author and has a show on Food Network called "Nigella Feasts". I would not say that she is the best chef by any means, her knife skills seem very poor and sometimes the recipes aren't very enticing. What I love about her is how she loves food. She talks about it as if it is a lover, she waxes poetic about the simplest of ingredients and makes you want it too. Her English accent is gorgeous and she can make the word liver sound great. I love the way she dresses also, the way that her tiny jacket is pinned to her shirt right under her breasts to accentuate her curves. She is unapologetic about eating the most fattening foods there are. I love that! She made croissant pudding for her dinner on one show and after licking the spoon from making a chocolate cake said "You know you would". Yes, I would love to but I'm always on a damn diet! The best part of her show is at the end, when she goes to the refrigerator in her nightgown and takes out some sort of leftover and devours it. I want to be her friend, I want us to cook for each other and enjoy butter and cream and cheese and sausage and not feel bad about it. Sometimes on her show she goes to her "store cupboard" (pantry) and I'm overwhelmed with jealousy. She has beautiful jars and cans of food that she says she purchases while she is traveling. I imagine I have that stuffed store cupboard, and I go to it on a weekend morning, as I'm planning the menu for the party I'm going to give for my friends that night, I grab the jar of spices I picked up on a trip to Spain and the evening meal just comes to me, I'm inspired to create an amazing meal for all to enjoy.
I look forward to her show each week. I record it and watch it on a lazy morning (which means sometimes I don't get to it for a couple of weeks) with a cup of coffee as I sit down to prepare my grocery list and meals for the week. As I'm including several servings of vegetables and whole grains in each day's menu, I live vicariously through Nigella, as she goes to the refrigerator and grabs a chicken leg, squeezes on a spicy brown mustard and devours it without removing the skin. Then she grabs a pint of chocolate ice cream from the freezer and heads off to bed. Oh, I want to be Nigella Lawson.
She is sort of everything I'm not: brunette, beautifully voluptuous and happy about it (I'm not voluptuous when I'm chubby, I'm just chubby and not in the right spots, and I am definitely not happy about it).
If you don't know who Nigella Lawson is, she is a cookbook author and has a show on Food Network called "Nigella Feasts". I would not say that she is the best chef by any means, her knife skills seem very poor and sometimes the recipes aren't very enticing. What I love about her is how she loves food. She talks about it as if it is a lover, she waxes poetic about the simplest of ingredients and makes you want it too. Her English accent is gorgeous and she can make the word liver sound great. I love the way she dresses also, the way that her tiny jacket is pinned to her shirt right under her breasts to accentuate her curves. She is unapologetic about eating the most fattening foods there are. I love that! She made croissant pudding for her dinner on one show and after licking the spoon from making a chocolate cake said "You know you would". Yes, I would love to but I'm always on a damn diet! The best part of her show is at the end, when she goes to the refrigerator in her nightgown and takes out some sort of leftover and devours it. I want to be her friend, I want us to cook for each other and enjoy butter and cream and cheese and sausage and not feel bad about it. Sometimes on her show she goes to her "store cupboard" (pantry) and I'm overwhelmed with jealousy. She has beautiful jars and cans of food that she says she purchases while she is traveling. I imagine I have that stuffed store cupboard, and I go to it on a weekend morning, as I'm planning the menu for the party I'm going to give for my friends that night, I grab the jar of spices I picked up on a trip to Spain and the evening meal just comes to me, I'm inspired to create an amazing meal for all to enjoy.
I look forward to her show each week. I record it and watch it on a lazy morning (which means sometimes I don't get to it for a couple of weeks) with a cup of coffee as I sit down to prepare my grocery list and meals for the week. As I'm including several servings of vegetables and whole grains in each day's menu, I live vicariously through Nigella, as she goes to the refrigerator and grabs a chicken leg, squeezes on a spicy brown mustard and devours it without removing the skin. Then she grabs a pint of chocolate ice cream from the freezer and heads off to bed. Oh, I want to be Nigella Lawson.
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