Just Because

There's nothing I can say about Nigella that hasn't been said elsewhere except possibly that it's getting difficult to watch her without laughing out loud which would be rude. Last night the kitchen goddess was making French toast with plums. This involved saying the word plums in a way that hasn't been sounded so suggestive since Kenneth Williams died. When she made her chocolate devils cake she made a noise that suggested something far more basic than mere cookery.

It's not porn, it's not even soft porn, but it's possibly the most fun you can have with your clothes on whilst somebody suggests letting your frosted cream slip down over the side of your moist sponge. She's a national treasure.