For a man who can hardly be described as having courted controversy – he doesn’t swear obnoxiously a la Gordon, have high-profile relationship dramas like John Burton-Race, or even campaign aggressively as Hugh does – Valentine Warner seems to incite quite strong love/loathe feelings amongst cookbook readers. Personally I like his ethos (globetrotting but with British ingredient passion), but not so much the personality (bit of class war chippyness on my part). He’s certainly not a man I’d pull off a shelf for the love of his face, so I’m baffled by the choice of a cover with a picture of the man licking crabby fingers as if he’s the Y chromosome’s answer to Nigella, but I know a lot of women of a certain age who’d disagree with me.
5 things you should know about this book
- Men are from mars, women are from the photography studio. When it comes to cookbooks, men really don’t seem as visually led as women. Every woman I know complains about lack of pictures with recipes, but when given free rein my (artist) husband instantly picked a dish with no picture. Which really needed a picture. Everyone knows what a quiche looks like, can easily visualise a tomato and basil tart. It’s the things you haven’t seen before that really need photographic help.
- Teach yourself. Valentine’s not a cook who’s going to hold your hand and baby you through things – if a recipe needs a chicken thigh skin-on, deboned and butterflied he expects you to know how to do that. Or at least how to look it up on t’internet. Sheesh c’mon, he’s not your momma!
- 2 is the magic number. We don’t all live with spouse, rover and 2.4 children. It’s refreshing to have a cookbook where most recipes serve just a deuce.
- Lady Fwahfar told me….If waffling name, event and connection-dropping annoy you (as they do me), don’t read the intros. I’m not sure why authors feel we need to know that a recipe was inspired by a trip to the Algarve on a rainy Tuesday in 1964 with Tom Ford and his dog Bessy. It’s probably done to add ‘personality’.
- Flautas make a cracking breakfast, cold from the fridge with salsa and sour cream. In fact, thanks to the punchy flavours Valentine is so fond of, a huge number of the recipes from this book are just as fantastic cold the next day, or perhaps at midnight by the light of the fridge door. Maybe he is the male Nigella after all….
3 recipes I tried that you should too
I’m not usually a fan of tomatoey sauces on prawns, but the smokey chipotle flavour of this was real winner, and has a much milder flavour than my usual firecracker prawns so won’t scare the chilli-phobes.
Take to bed-ness: Is it gorgeous? Informative? Do you want to curl up in bed with it?
Marigold rating: Do the recipes create mountains of washing up? Do you suspect a team of sous chefs were behind this? Does a home cook, ultimately, stand a chance?
Mothball-ability: Is it, despite all appearances, going to sit on the shelf gathering dust?
8/10, it’s been in regular use in my kitchen ever since I got it, definitely not one for the back of the cupboard.
Other recipes that caught my eye
Spicy cracked crab claws; Weekend breakfast anchovy & parmesan baked eggs; Beetroot salad with blackcurrant; Asparagus cigars; Pommes aligot; Grilled quails with almond mayonnaise.