Confession
I can be a bit of a… whatdyacallit when you refuse to like what people like simply because a lot of people like it? A snob? A transplanted New Yorker? A silly goose? When my favorite shoes in high school became the “in” thing, I was mad. Now that everyone is knitting I have this tiny urge to find a new hobby, such as accountancy (but I overcome it because I love knitting, darn it). It’s not a character trait I’m particularly proud of but then, it could be worse — like, you know, the urge to invade small countries or to chew gum with my mouth open.
Anyway, such has been my attitude to Nigella Lawson, kitchen goddess and elegantly presented tart (which is a pune, or play on words). I didn’t get on board when we were still in London because how can you take someone whose name means “we wanted a boy” seriously? And I certainly didn’t get with it in the United States but that’s at least partly because she’s on cable and we don’t have cable preferring to run around the house wrapped in tin foil and holding out our arms trying to get reception with a pair of rabbit ears. I spurned the gentle Nigella and her offerings. I laughed with derision at her acolytes. I snubbed her in favor of Delia (to whom I am mildly but not passionately devoted because passion would spoil the souffle).
I was wrong. Oh, how I was wrong. I cannot begin to tell you the depths of my wrongness. I was wrongwrongwrongwrong-a-do-wrongwrong.
On the advice of Kate and because Daniel had demanded cupcakes for his birthday, I borrowed How to be a Domestic Goddess from the library and I am in love. In passionate love. I have already ordered it. I must own this book and worship at the altar of Nigella’s baked goods. I must make tart tatin and peanut and chocolate squares and steak and kidney pudding. I must giggle at the thought of smearing a naked Barbie in apricot jam before icing her bosoms. This is a woman I can be passionate about. She is a sister of my tasty-but-quick heart.
These soft focus cupcakes were clearly meant for Daniel’s birthday, but secretly, Nigella, they’re for you. Forgive me.
I am reformed. Now, when there is a bandwagon, I will jump on it blithely. After, um, due consideration, of course. There are a lot of scary bandwagons out there.
I love knitting, too, darn it. Franky made a pun.
Don’t worry, not everybody loves to knit. Not yet. Although, I did recently meet a woman whose excuse to watch TV is that she crochets. Maybe, you’re right. Get off the bandwagon now. Do it. Before it everyone’s doin’ it.
Yea, and happy birthday to Daniel.
Everybody hates knitting! There . . . now you are a rebel. Does that work? LOL
The cupcakes are really cool.
I think Her Nigellaness would be proud of those cupcakes…never seen a blue cherry before though!
Those look fab. I avoid bandwagons like the plague…I mean, look at Rachel Ray! I do not get that at all.
–SP7