Celebrated as a celebrity, indeed the celebrity's celebrity, that woman whose gifts are beyond all knowing - Katie Price - has (not in any way) her new cookbook (which doesn't exist as far as we know, but truth is stranger than friction as she might say) out for the Christmas market. Imagine if we could unite her talents with those of Golum Best, Kim Kardashboardian, and Can'telle, what power would be ours?
Anyway, the book takes a new approach to food, and one that is quite refreshing in itself, and fairly entertaining, devoted as it is to which dishes, implements and sauces she would like to use on ex-husband and crap singer Peter Andre. The first chapter of near Proustian prose entitled 'I hate him, I really really hate him,' sets the subtle tone. It gets racier, however, the highlight for this reviewer the section on 'Painful places to put a skewer'.
One (non-existent) detail was annoying: in the space devoted to combat desserts she seemed incapable of deciding how big her vanilla bombes should be: in one illustration they are enormous, the next small, then bigger again, then huge... Whatever their size, the whipped-cream topping looked delicious.
The magazine Gab has paid over £35 for the serial rights to the book, the first instalment 'My Cookbook Hell - Katie Price tells all' will feature as soon as the current serial 'My Broken Nail Nightmare - Katie Price tells all - finishes.
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