Fifty-three years ago today, a chubby little baby named Nigella bawled her way into the world, unaware of how her future would be laden with roast beefs and decadent chocolate cakes and the occasional fake Italian dish. Nor did she have any inkling of a strange future where she and Anthony Bourdain would have a game show on ABC, because babies who could imagine Anthony Bourdain in their lives are rare.
Fifty three years later, she’s all that, and still insanely, improbably foxy. Happy birthday, Nigella Lawson! May we all age as gracefully as you.
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