In the 1950s, chicken was seen as an elite food and was expensive.
Future generations will want to know how you coped during the great hummus shortage of 2017.
“Is this yours?” I ask, stupidly.
. . . and it once led F Scott Fitzgerald to humiliate himself.
You'd be missing out.
Memo to aspirant world leaders: eating in public is a political minefield.
My wine is, in a sense, constructed from memories – just as I am.
The latest tiff between toffs gives plenty of food for thought.
He throws away burger buns and scrapes the top off his pizza: why Donald Trump’s lack of interest in food should set alarm bells ringing.
A white wine glass from Habitat reduced the bubbles almost to nothing; the ordinary flute did no harm but little good.
Delicious pâté from your local free-range mum? Yes, it is what you think it is.