Toast by Nigel Slater

Bloody waste of my time. It's a collection of English food which I could hardly relate to. There was no constant thread through the book which I could follow apart from mentioning food. Don't quite understand why anyone would be interested in writing such a book to be honest, and how this book became a best seller in UK is beyond my feeble comprehension. I mean food is for eating and savouring, not bragging about and that too about ordinary household food which went bad mostly. The good author could have fulfilled his great craving for food by indulgence into cooking and hospitality by actually making some dishes of his childhood for his friends and instead written about something else more revealing and insightful for me.