In a world where grown men turn to jelly at the sight of Nigella Lawson licking spoons and whatever else happens to take her fancy, I have always felt a bit sorry for Delia Smith. Until now. You would seriously think this schoolmarmy , definitely unsexy, cook ( she was never a chef) would have earned quite enough cash from her sundry books and TV programmes to keep Norwich City going to the next millennium. But no. She has come up with a wizard new wheeze - which is a new book called "How To Cheat At Cooking." Except that, er, it isn't a new book at all.
Many many years ago, I bought a copy of the very same title as a young woman setting up home with A N Other. The man has long gone and so has the book but I remember its reliance on Smash potato, tinned mince, Campbells mushroom soups and other such horrors for lashing up store cupboard meals in a dire emergency. Delia has now re-jigged it for a more sophosticated age. So the mash is from the freezer cabinet and the food M and S rather than cheap and cheerful. But the principle remains the same. What is she on......
Having spent years extolling the virtues of fresh food it's now back to ersatz dinners for those "too busy to cook." All I can conclude is that Delia is a very greedy woman indeed.... and I'm not talking about food.
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