Whenever I read any of Nigel Slater's books, I am always inspired by his often lack of fuss or ceremony for dinner. Instead of insisting every meal should be the meat and two veg standard, he (and Neil and myself), were brought up on, he sometimes describes how tucking into a bowl of salad or a dish that would more likely be thought of as accompaniment is dinner complete. I like this idea and recently decided that a bowl of patatas bravas, usually confined to a tapas tasting menu, would be lunch. In truth, Neil did comment that he thought he smelled sausages cooking with it and stated that that would have been great, but I think he thoroughly enjoyed the lowly bowl of spuds unadorned after all.
