Enough of "linked" and "attributable": a new paper concludes that alcohol directly causes seven types of cancer.
It's doubtful that a month of abstinence improves our relationship with alcohol.
Every Christmas, homeless charity Crisis turns surprise ingredients, volunteer chefs and a lot of enthusiasm into dinner for over 4,000 people.
Not that the concept of terroir refers purely to soil. It is sunshine, rainfall, maybe even air quality: the ineffable difference between one place and another.
Chi-pôte-lay isn’t only frequently mispronounced. It’s also continuously misconceived.
Even a lovingly crafted present wasn’t good enough for one correspondent, who bemoaned the way that Christmas had morphed into the “great middle-class home-made chutney exchange . . . Even in November, I have jars of it left.”
We try loads of Christmas sandwiches so you don't have to.
The high-altitude vineyards of Italy’s largest island produce nectar for the gods, Greek or Roman.
A feast for the eyes: but the best cookbooks are about more than just beautiful photographs.
Wine is our compensation: the soft landing as we tumble on to the wrong side of 30.
Who knows, if things keep on this way, Britain may well become the sort of country where the outcome of a televised baking competition becomes a matter of high social and political importance.
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