We didn't watch much of Nigella's latest TV series, but we did catch a few choice moments. Enough to see that her fairy lights must cause one of the biggest ever National Grid power surges when she switches them on, that she's cut down on what Alice calls her 'murder glances' direct to camera (sadly - those were true highlights), and that she's still using memorable phrases to describe her actions and cooking. Our series favourite was 'citrusly sodden' which referred to a pudding over which she'd squeezed oodles of orange juice, but we are easily pleased and jumped on any mention of 'studded', 'globules', 'partyfied' and 'gorgeous, golden, gleaming gloop' with great alliterative glee.
Yesterday, Phoebe made her birthday cake. As she was in full Nigella-mode (great gobbets of butter, mountains of dusty flour, gloopy eggs, cascading sugar etc etc) I feel I should describe her creation as 'cakely inspired'. Which indeed it was: five layers, five colours, a whopping amount of buttercream, a handful of Rainbow Nerds 'tumbled' (as Nigella would say) over the top, and plenty of gasps when it was cut.
All Phoebe needs now is a million fairy lights and a TV camera.