Wednesday 9 September 2009

Minatory (n.) A small Conservative

Also on my mp3 player at the moment is a motley selection of Latin-American music which ranges from the classical tango music of Astor Piazzolla to some Latin jazz, Mexican Rap (which is oddly addictive, given that I can’t understand a word of what tattooed rapper Jai-P is banging on about) and The Buena Vista Social Club.
It Salsas up my mornings.
Nigel Slater has a new series on TV. I can’t say I’m a fan. Yes, he’s very good at what he does and he’s in the pantheon of British Food Gods, but there’s something fundamentally irritating about him. He’s like some younger, less charming Alan Bennett, stripped of any personality or wit, trying to convince us all that eating a raw courgette within seconds of it being plucked from its mother plant, is the most orgasmic experience one could have, short of pushing Katie Price off the top of the Eiffel Tower.
The problem I always have is that although the food is filmed exquisitely, having Nigel munching away on his own and telling me that it tastes ‘really really good’ doesn’t really do it for me.
He should stick to the books.