A sort of autobiography of his childhood and youth by cook Nigel Slater. He uses memories of food to tell the story of a lonely boy - especially after the death of his mother. It's often very sad. It's also funny.
For anyone of our vintage, or a tiny bit younger, his reminiscences of what we ate in the 60s and 70s is spot on. He either has whatever the taste equivalent of a photographic memory is, or else he's done a huge amount of research dressed up as memory.
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