“There is something fragrant to touch at every turn; scented geranium leaves to rub or pots of thyme to tear at. Such temptations would be spotted at any time of year but today, in this scorching sunshine, everything is heightened;… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
“Believe me when I tell you that there is no lie quite so obvious as the one where you try to protest that you… — nigel slater Copy Share Image
I cannot go any further without mentioning my favourite biscuit of all time, now sadly, tragically, extinct. The oaty, crumbly, demerara notes of the… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
“I understood that if ever one wanted to live with someone you cooked for them and they came running. But then it is my… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
It is the deep, salty stickiness of food that intrigues me more than any other quality. — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
“Off the hob, the orange jam is left to settle for a few minutes, then stirred and ladled into glass jars. Four pots of… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
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… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
“A small meadow of dill and lemon thyme, tarragon and lemon verbena, set amidst Attar of Roses and Prince of Orange pelargoniums. I create… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
“Night bathing feels different to that done in the early morning. More meditative, a time to reflect rather than refresh. Enveloped in warm, still… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
Food is, for me, for everybody, a very sexual thing and I think I realised that quite early on. I still cannot exaggerate how… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
“Vivid greens and bright crimsons fill my fridge; the larder has jars and bottles with every shade of pink and violet, orange and magenta.… — Nigel Slater Copy Share Image
