One Is Fun!

by Delia Smith

At last in paperback - the phenomenal bestseller from Britain's favourite cook.
One is fun!
A feast of imaginative, easy-to-prepare recipes, all specially devised for the single cook. No longer will he or she have to wrestle with dividing ordinary recipes for four (how do you cope with a quarter of an egg anyway?) in order to create a tempting meal for one person.
Now Delia Smith has solved the problem. ONE IS FUN combines practicality with imagination and flair to inspire even the most confirmed devotee of the frozen fish finger.

Genres: Cooking, Cookbooks, Nonfiction, Food, Food and Drink

224 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1985

About the author

Delia Smith CBE is an English cook and television presenter, known for teaching basic cookery skills in a no-nonsense style. She is the UK's best-selling cookery author, with more than 21 million copies sold.

Smith is also famous for her role as joint majority shareholder at Norwich City F.C. Her partner in the shareholding is her husband, Michael Wynn-Jones. Her role at the club has attracted varying media attention, from positive when she "saved" the club from bankruptcy, to negative, when making a controversial on-pitch announcement in 2005.

Already an Officer of the Order of the British Empire (OBE), Smith was appointed Commander of the Order of the British Empire (CBE) in the 2009 Birthday Honours, "in recognition of ... [her] contribution to television cookery and recipe writing".

Reviews

[David · Rating 1 out of 5]

I’ll bet it is!

HRH Delia Smith got into some trouble recently when some vacuous idiot faithfully followed one of her recipes and found that the end result was a pile of tasteless crap that made her vomit. I think that Delia, Gordon, Nigella, Jamie and all the rest of that benighted race of celebrity twats should be shoved into a blender and liquidised, the resulting goo poured into a trough and fed to the pigs who are the only beings fit to truly appreciate such swill.

To me, faithfully reproducing a recipe from an overpriced book, agonisingly weighing all the ingredients, fretting over having OMG run out of ground Aleppo pepper at a crucial moment or finding that the resultant shapeless mess bears no resemblance to the photo and sets off a chain reaction of pointlessness and inadequacy, is an exercise in slavish conditioning.

I come up with glorious creations if I say so myself, one-offs that can never be reproduced because I couldn’t be bothered to weigh or note anything down let alone give them an immortal name. I certainly wouldn’t have the gall to tout myself as a master chef and shove my creations down the punters’ throats. Anything that’s in the fridge and cupboard just gets thrown into a wok and heated up, to stunned applause.

Of course if I shouted throughout the process, ‘Fucking get out of my way you fuckers!’ and ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing with that fork – fucking put it down!’ I’d probably be launched despite myself into a starlit career.

Or I could pout my lips and smile provocatively like Nigella whilst masturbating a roll of pastry, or like Delia just in a homely and straightforward way tell you exactly how to boil an egg whilst it’s still in your ass.

[Angelique · Rating 3 out of 5]

Need to know how to boil an egg? This book starts there and is a great base book for learning how to cook. Delia, if you don't know already, is like the Martha Stewart of England, so I kinda love her even though I shouldn't.

[Codered Summer · Rating 2 out of 5]

My mother gave me this when I left for graduate school. That more or less describes the target audience. Those without overweening mothers or self-hating graduate aspirations steer clear

[Julia · Rating 1 out of 5]

No it isn't.