British cave dwellers apparently ate their dead relatives. They were consistent, at least.
It turns out you don't always need to see and taste meals to make them interesting.
In the 1950s, chicken was seen as an elite food and was expensive.
It is the colour of danger, a red rag to anyone jaded by cocktail-world bull.
Enforcement officers penalised a child selling home-made lemonade in the street. Her father tells the full story.
Alternatively, 22 croissants, or 32 slices of tarte tatin.
What this fast-growing trend can teach us about food.
Sometimes forbearance gets better results, in winemaking as in life.
A cold war is brewing to the tinkling of "Greensleeves".
Open Farm Sunday is a good way to encourage transparency and awareness. So why don't all farms take part?
Real happiness is combining people and flavours to the advantage of both.