Keith Floyd

My childhood love of the cooking world has gone.  Keith Floyd died yesterday.  He was a huge part of my food culture.  My mother and I would stop all activity to sit and watch his show on television.  We have all his books and refer to them always for his sound culinary advice but more than that his no-nonsence, just do it and enjoy it attitude to cooking.  I think of him on a boat in the raging sea, on a sea side in a blasting wind, in a cramped kitchen, in amongst a maelstrom, it didn’t matter, Keith was a lover.

The stroppy man with a scarf about his neck, manhandling the ingredients at his behest. He said just what he should say, regardless of those who would rather him say other.

Great great man.  I love him for the education he gave me, foodwise and personality too.  A quote from the man:

“But listen to me. Food is life, life is food. If you don’t like my approach you are welcome to go down to MacDonalds.”