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.

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

Almost anything is edible with a dab of French mustard on it.

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.

Real food meas big-flavoured, unpretentious cooking. Good ingredients made into something worth eating. Just nice, uncomplicated food.

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