There’s me- gawping over the stove, compensating for my inability to communicate with animated facial expressions and excitable noises. To many, this behaviour would have been received with bewilderment, or even irritation. But drama and overemphasis is clearly quite welcome in an Italian kitchen.
Recently I stumbled across a recipe supposedly for ‘butter chicken’ on BBC Good Food. Alarm bells started to ring as I notice words like ‘healthy’ cropping up, and portion sizes of 367 calories boasted about. Then I read the ingredients. Bizarrely there is no mention of butter whatsoever... Well, in case it wasn’t clear: there should be butter in butter chicken. Lots of butter. And cream. And it isn’t particularly healthy. Nor should it be.
Most people will be familiar with that old-time classic tune where Dean Martin couldn’t answer the simple question of how he likes his eggs in the morning…