Nigella Express

You know, I've spent the last few weeks defending the adorable Nigella and her new weekly cookbook-on-TV, Nigella express. I understand that it's all staged, but they'd like you to believe it's completely ad-hoc. I'm actually willing to believe she's very well organised (as I suspect she has to be, in her life), and thus manages to have all the important ingredients in the house at he right time. I'm also prepared to believe she washes up the cooking dishes herself, after the cameras stop rolling. Many of my friends have various points to make on how the utterly charming Ms Lawson either pouts her way round the kitchen, or comes up with such phrases as "Like you, I'm a busy working mum..." - one of my friends pointed out that she's really nothing like us, except that she's a mum, and she's probably busy, but since she's a multi-billionaire... At which point she went squeaky with outrage, and I didn't catch anything else. But staunchly I defended Nigella, pointing out that the recipes have been good, relatively easy to cook, and, if you've got even the basic culinary skills (if not, read Delia - annoying, but very practical, and that roast beef recipe...), then you'll be able to come up with something on the lines of what she's doing, with a twist of your own.
Unfortunately, this Monday, she (or maybe it was the production team) blew it. True, she made a fast and clearly delicious pea soup (quite suitable for London, I thought!), but did she have to be shown drinking it on the bus, on a park bench, and lastly, just to prove to us how useful in a busy lifestyle this soup will be, in a taxi, no doubt en route to a high-powered meeting with some Very Important People. I'm pretty sure we all get, by now, that the program is ‹fast›, the clue's in the title!
Interestingly, the honeycomb I made bore little resemblance to the honeycomb Nigella bashed genteely into crispy shards, with a hammer. I'm sure I should alert the CSI people: mine could be useful in those experiments where they hit/shoot a substance to check impact marks. Instead of a loud crack when I hit it, I got a satisfyingly meaty thunk! I wonder if that's because all I could find was a meat cleaver...?