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A gratifying evocation of 1960s sweets – but I wanted more: Toast reviewed

20 April 2019

9:00 AM

20 April 2019

9:00 AM

Nigel Slater is popular because he’s an exceptionally meek cook. Not for him the sprawling restaurant empire or the transatlantic TV career to excite envy and loathing. He writes about his trade in simple vivid prose and his bestselling memoir, Toast, has become a play.

Young Nigel enters as a 1960s schoolboy, with shorts and a side parting, living in a posh suburb of Wolverhampton.

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