It’s pronounced Goya

And this new Nigella. Sacre merde. Is there anything better than a cliché? Why would anyone presume we need lecturing on not shopping in supermarkets? For a home cook, the great glory of living here (or in Paris or San Francisco) is the variety of ways to part with food dollars. But I guess it’s all a clear indication that the target audience is officially “out here” (no matter that one of my old friends could never get home delivery of the birdcage liner in Louisville). The thing shoulda been conceived as Kountry Kitchen. Slickers might learn something.