Nigella Lawson
Nigella Express

If I had to say which category of people particularly annoys me, I would undoubtedly say the radical-chic. Those people, 'absently' left-leaning, who seem to have nothing better to do than indulge in exotic travels, solo sailing trips, and obscure journeys on the roads of slow-food and expensive fine wine. If there is a channel made in the image and likeness of this pitiable category, it is undoubtedly the Gambero Rosso Channel, channel 410 on Sky, if you fancy it. The programming of this channel is centered on the work of famous and refined chefs who, in no time, can transform a chicken into a cake, a cake into a sculpture, a plate of pasta into a roll. All with a savoir-faire and an affectation, an absurd display of specific terms, such attention to the slightest detail that it makes you lose your appetite and the desire to cook for life.

The channel, however, like any regime, contains within itself the seeds of corruption. The snake in the grass, the missing link, the punch in the stomach (not just metaphorically) comes from England, a country incredibly incapable of putting together a lunch and a dinner, diametrically opposed to the splendor and regality of Italian chefs, a country where eating well has now become an elite costume, a fashion.

Nigella Lawson, a beautiful woman, a robust and healthy English housewife, opposes slow food with express cooking, a quick and rapid cuisine that, according to her, allows you to impress without too much effort. And it is absolutely astonishing to admire the laziness and carelessness with which she cooks any type of dish, which, far from being healthy, good, and of controlled origin, is a confused mix of the most absurd junk ever marketed. Whether it is meat, pasta, vegetables, or sweets, some fixed ingredients like: lime juice, maple syrup, tons of butter, chocolate bars, and various junk food that I have never heard of, can never be missing.

And then there she is, indifferent to the rigid techniques of slicing food, which make the mastery and the nonchalance typical of great chefs, cutting everything with a nice kitchen scissors or mixing the salad with her hands. Stuff to horrify the sophistry of the Gambero chefs. Stuff to horrify anyone. And yet she admits it, she is not a professional cook (I believe it), and from the UK they also tell us that she is famous for something else.... And yet, I feel like saying hurray for Nigella, the bawdiness in the kitchen. Despite the gastritis, deeds, not words!

Special thanks to the "Debaseriani" section abroad, specifically our Sir Pedraelighe.