Nigel Slater's tenderness returned to somerville kitchen on Monday night (read about his first visit at Sunday Night with Nigel).
The timing of the visit was perfect - two days before lent started today...
...since the meat of his affection was soaking in cream.
He said 2 glasses of white wine, I poured a shot of sherry.
He said a huge pie is less trouble than lasagna.
But I still had to heat up three pots - the pasta, the creamy chicken and mushrooms, and the spinach.
How did it all end?
It was all worth this more handsome-than-Nigel looking pie (could this be)?
A fine encounter indeed, despite a slight indiscretion - cheddar instead of Parmesan. Would you forgive me Nigel?