Following on from my Christmas readings of Nigel Slater's "The Kitchen Diaries"
I have final bought his childhood memoirs "Toast".
It's an odd little book, full of short stories
of a childhood remembered through food.In each chapter, he takes you on a tour
of the contents of his family's pantry-rice pudding, tinned ham, cream soda,
mince pies, lemon drops, bourbon biscuits.
His mother was a chops-and-peas sort of cook,
exasperated by the highs and lows of a temperamental stove, a finicky little
son, and the asthma that was to prove fatal. His father is a honey-and-crumpets
man with an unpredictable temper. When he is widowed, Nigel's father takes on
a housekeeper with social aspirations and a talent in the kitchen and the following
years become a heartbreaking cooking contest for his father's affections. As
he slowly loses the battle, Nigel finds a new outlet for his culinary gifts
and we witness the birth of what was to become a lifelong passion for food.
Nigel's likes and dislikes, aversions and sweet-toothed weaknesses, form a fascinating
backdrop this moving memoir of childhood, adolescence, and sexual awakening.