Nigella and I

We're just the same, Nigella and I. Practically identical twins, separated at birth by a naughty evil God-Mother. If you disregard a few minor differences, of course. Like the fact that Nige actually cooks stuff that looks just as delicious as her moans make us believe it is. And the fact that she looks ten years my junior whilst she's actually more than a decade older than I am. Not to mention that she is as dark and sultry as I am mousy haired and pale.


But apart from that we're just the same. Maybe not even apart from that? Let's look at the facts...


Moans of delight
Not necessarily delight over the food. Who knows, maybe there is a midget sized chap giving her a lovely foot massage whilst us viewers get to see her lick batter from her finger tips. Who knows.... Have you noticed we rarely see anything below Nige's waist line?


She looks younger than I do
You can also no longer differentiate between a Nigella smile and a Nigella frown. Mind you, I'm just jealous! 
If I had Nige's money I'd fill up on Botox too!


In fact, there is one very simliar thing between us. We both have hippopotamus sized back sides and Husbands who seem quite satisfied anyway. So maybe it's not all in the cooking...