Well actually not such a shame. Because while in life she only gave me
a bit of light entertainment – in death she’s given me, and the world,
a greater gift. A really yummy chilli.
Along with a list of hymns, her funeral’s order of service detailed her
famous chilli recipe, honed across
decades in showbiz, and known to have fed Britain’s greats. Yesterday, I cooked it.
The chocolate adds a real richness, the tarragon vinegar an unusual kick. It is an amazing chilli.
My guests were a little more disturbed than I. In retrospect, it
probably wasn’t such a good idea to stick a flag with her face on it
into each bowl. I think one actually thought that she was in the
chilli. I just thought such an authored dish needs to be credited in
Please let this be the first of many funeral recipes. When I die – it’ll be cum cakes.