Draft entry from last September when I was addicted to Nigella Express and Gareth tried to contain his disdain for poncy food programmes.
- Nigella still foxy
- Has abandoned suggestive deep-throating of runner beans
- Still does “Spontaneous” Midnight Fridge Raid at the end of every episode.
SHAUNA: I wonder where you get that garlic oil?
GARETH: From London.
SHAUNA: I can never find those mini chocolate chips.
GARETH: That’s because they’re in London. You can only get them in London.
NIGELLA: I love making quick and easy food for my friends after they’ve had a stressful, hard day’s work.
GARETH: Get down a pit!
NIGELLA’S DINING COMPANION: What is that delicious flavour with the chickpeas?
NIGELLA: It’s a bag of rocket, darling.
GARETH: That’s preposterous. What a tosser. Everybody kens rocket. I come fae Fife and even I ken the taste of rocket!
(I love how when Gareth gets irritated about poshness his speech suddenly turns all Fifer-like, eh.)