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.

Well let's face it, who on earth besides antique dealers and gay couples actually still give dinner parties?

It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you....Once the warm, salty butter has hit your tongue, you are smitten. Putty in their hands.

Food has been my career, my hobby, and, it must be said, my escape.

There is too much talk of cooking being an art or a science – we are only making ourselves something to eat.

It is the deep, salty stickiness of food that intrigues me more than any other quality.

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