As usual, my timing is bizarrely good.

Fight the staggering rise of type-2 diabetes by simply learning to cook healthy fresh food - it's fun, and it could save your life!

My first outdoor cooking memories are full of erratic British summers, Dad swearing at a barbecue that he couldn't put together, and eventually eating charred sausages, feeling brilliant.

I'm probably a bit romantic about it, but I think we humans miss having contact with fire. We need it.

I want Americans to enjoy food. I want them to celebrate food. I want them to, on occasions, to have big cakes and great things. And I want them to indulge.

But I read Catching Fire. I loved disappearing into a story.

The kitchen oven is reliable, but it's made us lazy.