“I was doing A-levels he’d come home and since he didn’t like drinking alone would say, ‘Darling, come and have a drink with me while you’re doing homework, a whisky or a campari soda.’ So I did. Great upbringing, right?” Nigella Lawson speaking about her father – British Politician and journalist, Nigel Lawson
The UK’s Domestic Goddess in under siege right now. Turns out the two personal assistants she had employed to help her to run her home have been stealing her and her (thankfully soon to be ex-) husband Charles Saatchi blind. The charming pair’s defence? That Nigella is a drug addict and the Kelly Bags, week stays at hotels in NYC and splurges at Prada were payoffs for their silence
How they got away with the fraud and a spend of almost $1.1 million over the years is beyond me. But the truth will always out and an oversized taxi fare brought them down. Saatchi, he of “I only grabbed her by the throat as a joke” fame, initially supported the Sisters Grillo’s assertions. But decided that the lack of evidence may just sink him further into a quagmire of shit and shame, so recanted when faced with an actual judge. “Seems I was a little hasty, your honour”, he simpered, looking up from under his sagging lids, a la princess Di. I swear the judge retched, I could hear her thinking: “What a prick.”
Anyhoo – Nigella is appearing at court every day looking every inch the composed lady, and being smarter than Bill Clinton, is not denying she inhaled. Instead she has provided an emotional framework to explain her occasional dabbling: her first husband’s cancer and second husband’s brutality. Meh, Nigella, not so sure ’bout that – choosing to be seen as a victim is not really a Goddess move.
But still – camparigirl and I are on team Nigella. We think Saatchi is a cad and a bounder and should be force fed his lies until his liver pops. Plus we like a girl who pulls herself up by the bootstraps, dusts herself off and creates an empire: we watched her doing just that from our little flat in Albert Square many moons ago, applauding loudly. We are also thrilled that she has hired a glam squad to make herself look flawless in the media. Essential when you are in court with bottom feeders. And when there is a reinvention to plan.
So – in honour of her early cocktails with her father, and as she has been displaying a touch of acid: we dedicate our recipe of the day to Ms Nigella Lawson. Long may you stay cool, calm and connected.
1 cup sugar
1 cup water
1/2 cup Campari
3 cups of grapefruit juice
2 cups of orange juice and the juice of 1/2 a lemon
- Mix the water and sugar together in a small pan over a low heat, and bring up to boil until the sugar dissolves. Allow the simple syrup to boil for 4 minutes, remove from heat and cool (makes a little over 1 cup).
- Combine the citrus juice and Campari and add 1 cup of the cooled syrup. Adjust to taste: for the grapefruit pops, you may want to add a tablespoon or two extra syrup if you prefer them less tart. Remember, the mixture will taste slightly sweeter in liquid form than it does when frozen.
- Pour into popsicle molds and freeze at least 8 hours or overnight.
- To remove, run the molds quickly under hot water, and gently pull out the pops.
Settle down in front of the telly, watch that day’s footage and decide what you are wearing to court in the morning.