The Goddess Herself
More than Martha, Julia, Giada, or Rachel, Nigella comes the closest to how I feel about my culinary pursuits. And, come on, she’s British and kind of hot.
Invoking the Spirit of Nigella Lawson
Once upon a time, my sister received Nigella Lawson’s How To Be A Domestic Goddess as a gift, but decided to give it to me because I would put better use to it. A glimpse into my future was seen as I grasped this baking bible, but let me just say right here, right now: my domestic goddess aspirations have NOTHING to do with being a subservient, submissive woman or BELONGING in the kitchen.
Maybe I shouldn’t go as far to say it’s about empowerment, but in a way, that’s what it is: knowing how to make and create things with your own two hands, being a resourceful, knowledgeable person who doesn’t rely on modern conveniences (restaurants, fast food, professional decorators).
The book says it best: its purpose is “not only about baking, but is also about enjoying being in the kitchen; about taking sensuous pleasure in the entire process and relishing the outcome.” Notice all those wonderful words! Enjoying, sensuous, pleasure, relishing!
There are only a few cookbooks that I think all aspiring bakers must have, and How To Be A Domestic Goddess is definitely one of them. The recipes have always turned out fantastically, but it’s also the way Lawson writes: colloquially, like you two are having a conversation, with helpful tips, a little bit of history and fun anecdotes.
Have I mentioned that I love her?
*Short Story Time*
My live-in boyfriend at the time picked up “How To Be A Domestic Goddess” off my cookbook shelf once and said, “I don’t understand why this is so long. Step 1: Do everything Alicia does. Done.”
Swoon.
Fasten Your Tool Belt, Ladies
Sometimes I pretend I’m a carpenter as I “fix” things around the apartment, using caulking for putty, a flat-head for a Phillips, and, well, usually ending up with a busted thumb and still-broken stuff. BUT, that’s because I don’t have the right tools, I tell myself! Well, to be a domestic goddess, we MUST have the right tools.
Two knives will not replace a pastry cutter, a spatula cannot act like a pancake flipper, a cake pan is NOT a souffle dish, nor is a pie dish a tart pan.
You still with me?
Look at her!
There she is, my pink beauty. Some women wait years of marriage to receive one of these mixers, but lucky Alicia got one on her 24th birthday from a boy who believed in (wanted to profit from?) her baking skills.
Sometimes I rub her top in the morning, whispering “Soon, soon” as I dream of the meringues and mousses I will mix up when the day is done.
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