It must have been the lack of nutrients that gave my father his temper. He is not a sweet man despite a very sweet tooth.

It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you.

Good kitchens are not about size; they are about ergonomics and light.

British food is a celebration of comfort eating. Our traditional savoury recipes are all about warmth and sustenance, our puddings a roll call of sweet jollity, our cakes are deep and cosy. We appear to be a nation in need of a big, warm hug.

Pamper a tomato, overfeed it, overwater it and you will get a Paris Hilton of a tomato.

It must have been the lack of nutrients that gave my father his temper. He is not a sweet man despite a very sweet tooth.

Food is, for me, for everybody, a very sexual thing and I think I realised that quite early on. I still cannot exaggerate how just putting a meal in front of somebody is really more of a buzz for me than anything. And I mean anything. Maybe that goes back to trying to please my dad, I don't know. It's like parenting in a way I suppose.