Lifestyle, Showbiz

Naughty Nigella’s Christmas Crackers


Look, I’m having a bit of a Nigella moment of late, so just indulge me. Not that I’m in the business of turning this blog into a fan page for the Domestic Goddess (even though it wouldn’t take a huge stretch of the imagination to imagine it as so), I just had to share this hilarious video of Nigella Lawson with you all. We are all familiar with Nigella’s propensity for double entendre and much has been made of her sui-generis presenting style, but this montage of her Christmas crackers is one of the best and funniest I have seen. Relatively undiscovered, with just over 6,000 views, you all need to watch this video and bask in Nigella’s innocent insinuations, which have been brilliantly edited in this excellent video. Nigella is the Queen of Carnal Cuisine. Enjoy!


Nigella Lawson’s amazing courtroom one-liners


“…a beautiful young woman with the walk of a queen” wrote W.B. Yeats and Lady Gregory in their famous nationalist play Cathleen Ni Houlihan and yesterday, as I watched Nigella Lawson walk into court with commanding regality, I couldn’t help but be reminded of Yeats’ and Gregory’s line. The 53-year-old appeared as a witness in the trial against her former personal assistants, Francesca and Elizabetta Grillo, both of whom are accused of defrauding Nigella and her ex-husband Charles Saatchi of hundreds of thousands of pounds by using their credit cards without Nigella or Charles knowing. However, amidst claims of “habitual drug use” by Nigella, the trial has quickly escalated into a media frenzy, whereby Nigella has had to defend herself to the world’s media. And she did so beautifully. Outwitting the Grillos’ defence lawyers at every turn, Nigella has churned out some delicious one-liners over her two-day stint in the witness box and here are some of her best ones:

Anthony Metzer, QC to Nigella: “When you unfortunately separated from Mr Saatchi”, Nigella interjects with, “I wouldn’t say unfortunately…”

Anthony Metzer to Nigella: “Your staff are now part of what they call ‘Team Nigella’?

Nigella: “No, they call themselves ‘Team Cupcake.’

Metzer asks Nigella if she moved into Saatchi’s home before or after their wedding and she replies, “Oh, I think it was a bit before. Sorry to shock you.”

Nigella to Metzer: “You’re zig-zagging a bit.”

Metzer asked Nigella to address some bank statements and when she couldn’t find them, he suggested that she wasn’t accustomed to looking through bank statements very often. However, it turned out that said statements were never present in Nigella’s or the juror’s pile of documents and Nigella wasted no time in pointing out the court’s sloppiness by quipping, “Perhaps you were a little bit hasty in your ‘you don’t look at bank statements very often’.”

Karin Arden, defence for Francesca Grillo: “Was Francesca ever a confidante to your children?

Nigella: “Well, if she was a confidante to the children, I wouldn’t know about it.”

Arden asks Nigella if her ex-husband’s home was sold for £25million and when Nigella says she is unsure of the exact sum, Arden retorts that that was the figure “reported in the press”, to which Nigella cuttingly and brilliantly quips, “Then it must be true.”

Nigella to Arden: “I promise you … regular cocaine users do not look like this.”

It was pointed out to Nigella that she once left the house with white powder on her face, which was apparently foundation, but Nigella had the courtroom in chuckles when she joked, “Don’t you know I have a very bad coke habit.”

Showbiz, Television

Another reason why I adore Nigella Lawson

After a mini-sabbatical from blogging, the one and only Nigella Lawson guided me back into the blogosphere by flouncing her perfection over my life and generally elevating my obsession to insanely stratospheric levels.

As many of you will know, my love for the Queen of Food Porn has been much commented on and prophesised, but when I read of Nigella’s latest antics, I couldn’t help but share my gushing with you guys. TASTEPOSTER-witter

The 53-year-old self-styled Domestic Goddess is one of four judges on a new ABC cooking reality TV-show called “The Taste” and she has already garnered headlines for refusing to let the network airbrush images of her stomach for their promotional shots.

Writing on her blog, Kitchen Witter, the TV presenter and food writer commented on the issue, saying,

Although it was very thrilling to think of being up on a billboard in LA and around the States, I was very strict and English and told them they weren’t allowed to airbrush my tummy out. Wise? Hmmm. But that tum is the truth and is come by honestly, as my granny would have said.

This just reaffirms my love for this glorious woman. In an industry consumed with unrealistic and often unhealthy portrayals of a warped image of perfection, Nigella is a tour-de-force of self-confidence and a keen promoter of a positive self-image.

wow nigellaEvery day we are showered with Photoshopped and altered images of women looking like a bastardised ideal rather than a human being. Nigella’s acceptance of her “tum” isn’t just a stance against this debauched image of beauty, but more importantly it’s an expression of her antipathy towards such falsity and a recognition of what’s important – self-belief and comfort in one’s own skin.

As always Nigella, I love you and look forward to “The Taste.”

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My obsession with Nigella Lawson | Jamie Tuohy

Jack Whitehall said that he does not walk across a stage, but he glides, and similarly, when Nigella Lawson beckons me to enter her paradisiacal and idealised world of culinary carnality, she isn’t simply showing me how to cook the perfect ‘prodigious pavlova’, but rather she is seducing me through the medium of her own self-styled food porn. With each silky smooth, alliterative utterance, I bow and worship at the altar of Nigella, for no other reason other than a self-induced devotion to this Domestic Goddess. The Gospel according to Nigella calls for gluttony, covetousness, decadence, and my favourite thing of all – excess.

My love for Nigella began when she gently guided me through the making of a chocolate cloud cake and steadily progressed when she mentioned slut’s spaghetti. By the time she offered me a chocolate cherry trifle, I had fallen for her hook, line and sinker. Obsessed might be a more apt word, but, as Oscar Wilde once said, “moderation is a fatal thing, nothing succeeds like excess.” And in the world of Nigella, nothing flourishes better than superabundance – from her well-stocked larder, right down to her lavishly verbose and implicitly sexual vocabulary.

If Nigella suggests her Flameware Tagine is an excellent kitchen apparatus for slow-roasting vegetables, within hours, I am confirming my order on Amazon for one in black. I’ll probably impulse buy a parmesan grater as well, because Nigella says it will cut the cheese into sandy rubble rather than aerated threads. At the minute, I’m trying to orchestrate a situation whereby I require a KitchenAid mixer, just like Nigella’s, but as a student, the opportunities for using one are few and far between. At this stage, it looks like my mother’s Christmas present will be a Farrow & Ball cream KitchenAid, just so I can excessively tweet Nigella about how alike we are.

What I really love about Nigella is her seemingly nonchalant effort to food and life. She tells us not to follow instructions or recipes slavishly, but rather to adapt and work with what you’ve got. She frequently tells us that she’s too lazy to peel her potato skins or that she’s using canned tomatoes, because they’re ‘just easier to deal with.’ It seems like everything is effortless for her, but this nonchalance is closely followed by her hilariously wild presumptions. I can only love her even more for thinking that everyone can pop into their expansive larder for some sugar craft poinsettia, or a dash of sumac. Nigella grew up as the daughter of an MP father, her mother who was an heiress and socialite, and she lives in a £12.3 million London home, so she can be forgiven if her notions of accessible kitchen accoutrements are decidedly grand.

However, what’s so appealing about Nigella is in fact, despite her apparently salubrious upbringing, she is wholeheartedly down-to-earth, completely unassuming and totally self-deprecating. She refutes the notion that she is a chef, claiming that she doesn’t have the training or skilful expertise to merit such a title. She says she simply cooks for pleasure and admits that, despite following her passion, she is somewhat self-indulgent. She may sugar-coat her recipes, but Nigella does not sugar-coat the truth. She’s refreshingly honest in an industry that is notoriously duplicitous.

If she’s too lazy to cook, she tells us. She confesses that the reason she doesn’t have to worry about what she eats is because she wears an elasticated waistband – which is a nice antidote to the usual celebrity spiel of “running after my kids keeps me fit.”

Of course, perhaps the most enticing attribute of this Domestic Goddess is her sui generis presenting style. Before Nigella, melted chocolate and butter was not a “mesmeric ravishing pool” and a pasta carbonara wasn’t “beautiful, pale and heavenly.” Yes, Nigella’s sensual and oftentimes evocative descriptions of food have become her celebrated trademark. They have even led to a top 10 innuendo countdown. As she sifts through flour, marvels at her “golden globules”, or talks about the “hint of inner thigh wibble” in a cheesecake, each time she cooks, Nigella presents a lesson on the sexuality of gastronomy.

As she smiles sadistically before she beats a chicken to death, she turns towards the camera and says, “I love and respect a chicken but for all that, I am going to behave pretty brutishly to it.” She is literally decapitating a chicken and she makes it look sexy. She is a gorgeous woman, but for me, her most appealing characteristic is definitely her propensity for verbosity. As she piles berries on top of a cake, she’ll declare, “How beautiful these juicy beaded blackberries look, glinting darkly out of that pale billowing duvet of cream.” Genius.

Nigella says that she never wanted to do TV and compared to her “initial, earnest self”, she has “ran away and joined the circus.” She has said that as a young journalist, she had great ambitions to write the major novel of the twentieth century and sort of “fell into food writing and presenting by accident.” It’s a fall I am duly grateful for. The word ‘fate’ is bantied around too freely these days, but surely Nigella Lawson was in some way, predestined for life of gastronomic sexuality.

Who else can make her Marigolds look like Agent Provocateur’s finest or tempt one to spend hundreds on relatively expendable kitchen gadgets? But if Nigella says a spoon rest is an essential kitchen utensil, I’ll take two – in high-gloss cream and shiny red, please. The beauty of Nigella Lawson is that from the outside, her world seems highly idealised. No measurements or definitions are needed. Everything is relaxed and casual and punctuated by mood lighting. Even if the private Nigella is antithetical to the perceived Domestic Goddess figure, it doesn’t really matter, because, idealism, like obsession is an addiction and Nigella inspires blind devotion.