Welll, maybe not everything, but quite a lot.
I couldn’t sleep with worries about my very poorly mum, work, Covid uncertainty, so headed downstairs for a cuppa and a spot of therapeutic Nigelling.
He’s been part of my life for years now. I adore his writing style; about food, food culture, traditions, ways of life. I find his pared back style incredibly nourishing when there’s so much going on in the world. And he’s never gushy or showy-off. In fact, I also find the melancholy that quite often makes an appearance helps too.
Of course, I know my home or way of living will never be much like Nigel’s ( although I harbour an elaborate fantasy in which he’s looking for a lodger). But for a too-busy greeder, he makes life just a little bit better.
Any other Nigellers about?