I am not a chef. I am not even a trained or professional cook. My qualification is as an eater.

You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.

But if you know that something has been really vicious, you don't read it, you don't let it into your head. What's damaging is when sentences go through your head and you burn with the injustice of it.

And, in a funny way, each death is different and you mourn each death differently and each death brings back the death you mourned earlier and you get into a bit of a pile-up.

It sounds like something on a very trite T-shirt, but life is what happens.

I don't believe in low-fat cooking.

I was shy as a child. Now I'm not really shy any more, unless I'm with shy people. I find it contagious and I don't know what to say. But I don't think shyness is something one should feel apologetic about.