Just a gentle Saturday morning diary to remember Floyd.
Keith Floyd always made me smile he seemed to come from a another time. He treated cooking with a joy and with a simplicity that just made you want to break out the pans. Well known for his temper tantrums, egocentricity and bouts of alcohol fuelled depression, however this never came across in his cooking [apart from the alcohol], it is for that millions will remember him. 65 was all too young yet the smiles he brought to me will be remembered every time I open his cooking books.
This is a classic video of just how lovely it could be, a real joy to watch.
On one occasion he gleefully recalled serving a serially ungrateful diner a carefully cooked beer mat disguised as a breaded escalope of veal. The man ate it without comment but criticised the topping on his crème brûlée.
I wonder if the beer mat had been well marinated?
;-)
That reminds me of:
Now back to Floyd.
Keith Floyd, whose four marriages ended in divorce, is survived by Celia Martin, all his wives, and by a son and a daughter, Poppy, with whom he was reunited after a 10-year separation during the filming of Keith on Keith.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/...
An interesting life and typical of a larger than life personality. The world will be a more staid place without him. Yet his style was famous enough to be used for parody and to make a point
A wonderful dish for a special occasion, and with preference in the South of France.
To remember Floyd as he would surely cheer on. I will be cooking for this evenings meal a little slice of Bretagne as I am feeling a little homesick (yes, I do regard Larmor Baden as our home.)
No langoustines, jumbo prawns will just have to do.
;-)
One of the great things he did via the kitchen was give us glimpses inside homes of different people around the world and what made the tick. He could cook anywhere there was a fire.
Goodbye Keith but I for one am still cooking your fun recipes, and yes a glass of wine really does help.
Cheers
Alessandra.