UK and Irish reviews

‘To make a proper supper for yourself is, after all, a kind and tender thing to do if you’re under pressure – and [Roberts’] book contains only recipes for one person. For the absence of doubt, however, I must stress it isn’t the kind of manual that has you making lasagne, to be frozen in individual portions. The dishes included are at once more simple and more luxurious than that. Mussel salad with ravigote sauce. Rabbit with mustard. Steak with bordelaise sauce. So many micro feasts, and every one of them nourishment for body and soul. (…) [Roberts’ book is] edged like an old tablecloth with the spirit of her maternal grandparents’ kitchen as well as her own domestic expertise. Most of the recipes, short and uncomplicated, aim to deliver the perfect effort-to-taste ratio; if she has an Elizabeth David-like briskness on the page, she’s also a sensualist, a part-time sybarite. But even if you’re not in the mood for cooking, simply to read them is to encourage rumination. She is such a noticing writer, and in her hands you find yourself doing the same, a dowdy cauliflower suddenly beautiful, a slab of marbled meat a world unto itself.’
— Rachel Cooke, Observer