I will never forget the first time I saw Nigella Lawson - flipping through channels on a late, rainy night, I was stopped short by the sight of this curvaceous, gorgeous woman holding a stick of butter in each hand, extolling the virtues of bacon. Oh, the gleam in her eye, like some ancient goddess of bounty, inviting us cold and dieting masses to stop denying ourselves the oldest of pleasures. I was mesmerized. I feel the same way - enchanted - whenever I read one of her delightful cookbooks. Do the recipes turn out well? Not so much, to be perfectly honest, but if this book is a failure as a technical manual, it is a success as a guide to inspiration.