this month I received a little something in the post. a cardboard box, bound together by brown and white twine and a little square tag: “dolce twenty.” there was something so special, so nostalgic, about untying the string, reading the little handwritten note and digging through the little fibres of cardboard to see what was inside. it was like opening a homemade gift, something made just for me. like a care package sent from your mum or your favourite chocolate bar sent through the post from your best friend. a gift that has no other purpose other than to make you smile and to make you feel loved. you know those all-important “little things” I always talk about? yeah, one of those. a little package of sunshine, if you like.
my birthday presents this year have inspired me to write.
I now have three massive books with as much food writing, recipes and love as can be crammed into three books. they are fat and heavy and almost too big to hold comfortably: just how I like ’em. recipe books so big you have to balance them on your knee or cradle them in one arm. these ‘three massive books’ are nigel slater’s kitchen diaries. each day for three years, he details what he eats – a diary in food. it’s honest and it’s from the heart and it’s just so wonderful. and now I own my very own copies, which means I no longer have to read them on the floor of waterstones, but wherever I please.
so today, I want to write about my birthday in food: the best parts. and if this style of writing is enjoyed, then I shall continue. Continue reading