Television

March 11, 2008

Delia Smith: An Apology to Nigella

Originally, I wasn't going to write about Delia's new show (Mondays: 8:30 BBC 2)for a few reasons:

- Since I was born and raised in the colonies, I will never understand the complete devotion to Delia rampant in the UK. I can appreciate her and use her (old) recipes, but in this respect I will always be an outsider. She's just not in my bones.

- Her new book is called "How to Cheat" and is aimed at the population who would rather eat takeaways than cook. It's not aimed at me. As a result I've decided not to waste a lot of time taking it personally.

- Bashing this show is going to be a pretty popular and easy past time. The basic premise is to use as many tinned, frozen and already-prepared items as possible and do none of that 'scary' cooking at all. Instead you serve your family something that's full of crap, but crap that you've lovingly spooned into a tray and warmed through yourself making it a lot better than the crap that's already in a tray at the supermarket. Her book is very specific about the products you use and a single recipe could mean that you to go to four different stores for all the required brands. This approach is horrible for the environment, loads the meals up with unnecessary additives and preservatives, takes an awful lot of time and is hardly cost-effective. The whole thing is clearly just designed to squeeze some more money from her very lucrative brand. It's just gross and it's not really what the British public need.

Anyway, last night I perversely watched the first show already knowing that it would make me queasy. And it did; it was a brutal assault for anyone who likes cooking or eating food.  I experienced all of the outrage and indignation that I had anticipated and was not convinced that cooking with prepared frozen potato products was anywhere near a good idea. But I did have a modestly surprising thought: I really wanted to apologize to Nigella.

Yes, her show was lazy and expensive and not very instructive, but at least she's eccentric and pretty entertaining. At least she has a baroque vocabulary. And her food is meant to be fun. She also cuts a few things on screen, unlike Delia who had absolutely everything prepared in advance and did not pick up a knife once. And she eats the things she makes. Endlessly. I mean, of course that's her whole schtick, but it was definitely not something that Delia did. She did demand that her camera guy take a slurp of soup at some point, but that was it. Basically, Nigella's last series was lazy, but at least it was joyful. And at least you only had to go to Marks and Spencers for all the expensive and lazy ingredients.

Delia also stole pretty much the whole style book from Nigella for the new show. Soft-focus shots of kitchen prep, jazzy soundtrack, little snippets of her life and wacky pottery collection (but all a lot drabber and boringer). If Nigella is the sensual, flowing food seductress, Delia is trying for the stilted and rigid suburban dominatrix. It was sort of sad and I think there would be legal battles if both series weren't made for BBC2.

Um, and Nigel Slater eating her mashed potato cake *and* validating her new cooking methods? Horrifying. You broke my heart, Nigel, you of the easy and real meals. Hugh would never have done that to me. And it has nothing to do with his Channel 4 contract.

You know who gets the easy/convenient/product-promoting thing right? Jamie Oliver in his Sainsbury's adverts. It's fine to spend 30 seconds making food that consists of opening three packages and heating them up. And at least it's clear who's writing the paychecks.

February 11, 2008

A Reason to Love the BBC

Bills

It is very easy to make fun of Bill Granger (I not even going to start, but have a go yourself. See? So easy.) and it is very easy to be jealous of his coastal Australian existence that brims with fresh fruit and and fountains of ricotta and very tiny children in twee dresses. And I don't have a problem with him really.  His recipes somehow do manage to look pretty good, come together quite quickly and retain nutritional value. So way to go. That's not the easiest thing to do. Nice job, Bill.

This is what gets me; his restaurant is called bills. That's right. No capital letter and no apostrophe.

Here's how the New York Times explained it:

"Mr. Granger would rather you called Bill's bills. A onetime art student, he dislikes the look of the capital B and the apostrophe in the more conventional spelling, so he does not use them."

My goat is resoundingly got. So he decided to perhaps try and be a little self-effacing and casual in naming his restaurant and ended up reminding us only of the most hated kind of mail and the most depressing point of any restaurant trip while simultaneously forcing us to question his grasp of rudimentary grammar. This has fuck all to do with being an art student. Don't start the sentence about his stupid language ideas with a clause about his art school days. (They aren't alone. Every single article about him has to address this ridiculous conceit and many of them make this art school/apostrophe allergy link.)

Anyway, on Saturday morning, as I was quietly being a former art student and stringing many yards of beads and pearls and forming complete and grammatically accurate sentences in my head, I noticed that the little promo for the upcoming show on BBC 1 said:

Bill's Food.

That's right. The BBC staff just couldn't take the irritating real title of his show - bills food - and decided to correct it. The BBC staff are my new best friends.

February 06, 2008

Did You Get Some?

Pancake Day! I had some with lunch and some for dinner. Round 2 was filled with a sweetened lemony fromage frais and loads of gently stewed blackberries that are still kicking around from J's foraging along the canal last autumn, and some maple syrup on top, too. Guild that Easter lily.

Pancakes

Amazing.

In other amazing news, Helen Mirren ate a Tunnock's Tea Cake on tv the other night. And while I am going to deduct points for whinging about being on a diet and how she really shouldn't (not sexy -- act your way through it, Helen), her tea cake etiquette was exquisite. That is, cracking the chocolate shell first and using a piece as a scoop to pull out the marshmallow. She got extra points for then sticking her finger into the cake to get more marshmallow (and thus bringing sexy back). She should have proceeded to eat the biscuit base after the marshmallow and chocolate had been demolished, but she wrapped it up and 'saved it for later'. Suspect. Let's pretend she ate it once filming stopped.

January 29, 2008

Food is for losers with normal disgetive tracks - TV is for everyone

Food is not my number one best friend at the moment and I'm not going to be spending loads of time in the kitchen cooking nice things. I will be eating plain and boring things and I will be grumpy about it. I will also be watching television and without a doubt, I will be watching a programme about the dangerous state of the British diet. There's no way to avoid it. When I first moved here every television show seemed to be about renovating your new holiday home in Spain. Now everything is about the crap you put in your mouth. British television does little by half measures.

With that in mind, here's an article that Zoe Williams wrote a couple of weeks ago. I think there are a couple of good points in it. Hugh and Jamie were being pretty patronizing and seemed to be avoiding some points that would have made their arguments a lot more interesting. If Hugh had emphasized the taste, health and environmental advantages of free range chicken, and not just their less-bleak lives, maybe he would have been more convincing. I assume that these benefits exist, but the fact that he never seemed to raise them made me suspicious that the birds were perhaps more similar to the intensively reared ones than I thought. 

http://www.guardian.co.uk/Columnists/Column/0,,2241274,00.html

Two notes:

1) I didn't watch Jamie Oliver's show because it was on a Friday night and I was too busy being fabulous away from my television. I did see a couple of minutes of his Eat to Save Your Life show where he poured oil over a lady sitting in a tub to show her how much fat she eats in a five-year period (I'm sorry - even for an anorexic that would be a gross amount) and then the next night I noticed that he was back to his "Jamie at Home" series cooking fried bread crumb and bacon pasta. It looked delicious, but the contrast was ridiculous.

2) Tonight Gillian McKeith is going to be continuing her efforts to Ban Big Bums. I am taking personal offence to this. She is a hateful wee woman and when I am strong enough, I will tear a strip off her mean little frame.