Nigella Lawson

You know those nights when you’re starving, slightly hangry, and just not in the mood to faff around with five pans and a mandoline slicer? …

There’s something so wonderfully nostalgic about a Madeira cake. It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t try to be trendy. It just is. Golden-crusted, soft in the …

Every time I make Nigella’s Italian Starters, I’m whisked straight back to my tiny first flat in London — the sort with a cooker that …

The first time I made this butternut squash lasagne, it was mid-October, the kind of day where the wind smells like bonfires and the leaves …

Right, let me be honest: the first time I made this soup, I completely forgot to add the chestnuts until after blending. What I ended …

Let’s get one thing straight: these are not your nan’s noodles. I mean, we’re talking spaghetti soaked in beetroot juice, for heaven’s sake. They’re so …

My mum didn’t cook with venison much — not out of principle, just practicality. We didn’t exactly have a friendly gamekeeper dropping by with haunches. …

There’s something deeply British, and oddly comforting, about gooseberries. My gran had a bush in the back garden, and I remember summers where I’d sneak …

This one takes me straight back to Sundays at my nan’s. Her kitchen always smelled faintly of vanilla and warm milk, and there was nearly …

There’s something quietly comforting about a bowl of pea and lettuce soup — like slipping into a favourite jumper on a breezy spring day. This …