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Books : Food & Drink : Food Writers : Keith Floyd
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Floyd's India sees old Keith Floyd doing what he does best; pottering about with portable stoves and a camera crew, cooking in the open air, chewing the fat with local cooks and generally having the time of his life, not to speak of the odd sundowner.With characteristic candour Floyd admits that before accepting the commission he knew nothing about India, and told "them" so. No problem, "they" reply: rather like Hearst providing the war, they will supply the information; all he has to do is "pop on a plane and get cooking". So the two and a half months that the Floyd caravanserai spent traipsing about the subcontinent, from the deserts of Rajasthan in the north to the tropical lushness of Kerala at the southern tip, were full of the excitement of discovery, recorded here in the very lively "Letter from India" (complete with advice on hotels and imprecations against errant airlines) that opens Floyd's India.
The recipes that Floyd picked up on his travels are arranged thematically: spice masalas, the foundation of Indian cooking, rice, thali (the Indian equivalent of tapas, it seems), meat, fish, tandoori and so forth. Some are familiar--Rogan Josh and Lamb Dhansak, for example--others less so. All are good. Everything about this book is vivid, from the food to Floyd's inimitable and ebullient if occasionally world-weary manner. --Robin Davidson
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When The Naked Chef was crawling around in his birthday suit, Keith Floyd was the undisputed king of cookery programmes. But his culinary career hasn't always flowed as smoothly as the wine he was famous for downing. Hence the title of his autobiography: Out Of The Frying Pan. In the early 80s, following the collapse of another restaurant, Floyd found himself yet again up Jacob's Creek without a glass. "I was 40 years old, virtually bankrupt, a middle-aged man with a brilliant future behind me." Then out of the blue Floyd received a call from a BBC producer asking if he wanted to make a programme about cooking fish. Floyd's first TV series was such a surprising success that his producer told him: "I've created a monster and it's time to load the gun with silver bullets." In hindsight, after 16 TV series, 18 books, three marriages, one receivership and countless kiss-and-tell stories later, Floyd suggests that he may well have fired the gun himself. "If I knew than what I know now, I might have never have made 'Floyd on Fish'." With his programmes still being shown regularly around the world, his many thousands of fans will be pleased that he did. Now the ex-restaurateur has proved himself to be a formidable raconteur. Out Of The Frying Pan gives a frank and colourful account of a turbulent life lived to the full and recalls a career as chequered as a pair of chef's trousers. Engaging and evocative, this life story will leave readers hungry for more. --Christopher Kelly
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When The Naked Chef was crawling around in his birthday suit, Keith Floyd was the undisputed king of cookery programmes. But his culinary career hasn't always flowed as smoothly as the wine he was famous for downing. Hence the title of his autobiography: Out Of The Frying Pan. In the early 80s, following the collapse of another restaurant, Floyd found himself yet again up Jacob's Creek without a glass. "I was 40 years old, virtually bankrupt, a middle-aged man with a brilliant future behind me." Then out of the blue Floyd received a call from a BBC producer asking if he wanted to make a programme about cooking fish. Floyd's first TV series was such a surprising success that his producer told him: "I've created a monster and it's time to load the gun with silver bullets." In hindsight, after 16 TV series, 18 books, three marriages, one receivership and countless kiss-and-tell stories later, Floyd suggests that he may well have fired the gun himself. "If I knew than what I know now, I might have never have made 'Floyd on Fish'." With his programmes still being shown regularly around the world, his many thousands of fans will be pleased that he did. Now the ex-restaurateur has proved himself to be a formidable raconteur. Out Of The Frying Pan gives a frank and colourful account of a turbulent life lived to the full and recalls a career as chequered as a pair of chef's trousers. Engaging and evocative, this life story will leave readers hungry for more. --Christopher Kelly
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Floyd's India sees old Keith Floyd doing what he does best; pottering about with portable stoves and a camera crew, cooking in the open air, chewing the fat with local cooks and generally having the time of his life, not to speak of the odd sundowner.
With characteristic candour Floyd admits that before accepting the commission he knew nothing about India, and told "them" so. No problem, "they" reply: rather like Hearst providing the war, they will supply the information; all he has to do is "pop on a plane and get cooking". So the two and a half months that the Floyd caravanserai spent traipsing about the subcontinent, from the deserts of Rajasthan in the north to the tropical lushness of Kerala at the southern tip, were full of the excitement of discovery, recorded here in the very lively "Letter from India" (complete with advice on hotels and imprecations against errant airlines) that opens Floyd's India.
The recipes that Floyd picked up on his travels are arranged thematically: spice masalas, the foundation of Indian cooking, rice, thali (the Indian equivalent of tapas, it seems), meat, fish, tandoori and so forth. Some are familiar--Rogan Josh and Lamb Dhansak, for example--others less so. All are good. Everything about this book is vivid, from the food to Floyd's inimitable and ebullient if occasionally world-weary manner. --Robin Davidson
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