Toast: The Story of a Boy’s
Hunger
By
Nigel Slater
247
pages, Fourth Estate, 2003
If there is one thing Nigel Slater’s memoir makes
clear from the beginning, it is that we do not necessarily love the foods of
our childhood because they tasted good objectively, or were well prepared. Case
in point: his mother, described as “not much of a cook,” served him burnt toast
every morning. Despite that, Slater writes:
“It is
impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you. People’s failings, even
major ones […], fall into insignificance as your teeth break through the rough,
toasted crust and sink into the doughy cushion of white bread underneath. Once
the warm, salty butter has reached your tongue, you are smitten. Putty in their
hands.”
This opening page
sets the tone for the remainder of this beautiful memoir. Slater, a British
food writer and journalist, recounts his childhood in 1960s England through
the prism of food. The book is organized
into vignettes, most of which revolve around a specific item of food, from
tinned ham to prawn cocktail. But food, however central it is to the book,
also works as both a backdrop to Slater’s mostly unhappy childhood and as a path
into the most intimate nooks of his memories.