And made me a babbling fool.
It’s no secret Nigella Lawson is my idol. Not just for her recipes, but her approach to food, her lifestyle, her warm, British accent, and her mannerisms. I know it sounds silly but the way she talks with her hands mesmerizes me.
I’ve been following her for YEARS so imagine my awestrucked surprise when I read she was coming to Milwaukee, WI…land of beer and brats.
My husband graciously bought me a ticket to attend her event which celebrated the release of her new cookbook, Nigellissima. Local chefs prepared recipes from her book and Nigella mingled about the room and chatted with all of the attendees. My mom and sister joined me as well and got pure enjoyment out of seeing me star-struck for the better part of two hours.
When Nigella made her way to our table, I was SO nervous! I didn’t want to be that cliché person who says, “Oh, I’m your BIGGEST fan!” but couldn’t come up with something better to say so I just blurted out, “Is this your first time to Milwaukee?”. Her reply, “Absolutely not.”
Nigella = 1, Molly = 0.
Luckily my mom quickly recovered and mentioned that she and my dad had recently returned from living in London for two years.
This broke the ice and we all began chatting about restaurants in London as well as Nigella’s favorite butcher shop which was just around the corner from my parent’s house.
We talked for over 10 minutes but the whole thing seems like a blur. I do remember her being so warm and personable and happy to take photos with us. My cheeks hurt from smiling the remainder of the night.
Moments like that are pretty wonderful to reflect on and it still makes me smile to this day. I’m so glad my mom and sister were there to share it with me…and they were glad they have a night to hold over my head and tease me about until the end of my days. It was a win-win for all involved.
The food was spectacular, especially the lamb chops, which inspired me to create my own variation in homage to such a memorable night. Look for the recipe tomorrow!
At the end of the meal, Nigella was whisked by her entourage out of the room and before we left, I seriously contemplated stealing her fork.
Just to say I had Nigella’s fork.
I’m a little weird like that.
But better than the fork, I have an autographed cookbook, wonderful photos, and amazing memories.
Until next time, Nigella!