Oh, she does go on but it might be quite riveting...
Wouldn't it be divine to walk straight into Nigella Lawson's fabulous life? It's not just about cooking and eating lovely food - here she touches up her lip-gloss and pops into shiny London, chatting to her fantastic girlfriends before they wander back, carefree and laughing, to her place for a spot of lunch. As always, Nigella slathers on the innuendo like crème anglaise on a treacle pudding: the blackberries in her trifle are "bouncing and proud" and she gets saucily alliterative with talk of "gorgeous golden globules". But there are lots of sensible, easy dishes; I especially like the look of her rostini (basically, fried gnocchi), which she tweely describes as "roast potatoes for pixies".
I too have often remarked on the look of her rostini ...
