In Britain, it used to be vulgar to comment on one’s food. Now, it’s a bit weird not to.
The apparently unappetising remains of good wine take on new life when distilled into marc.
Fertility is perhaps the crucial factor in the history of Sicily.
In Tesco, I was struck by the presence of a paella ready-meal in the chiller cabinet.
Where the French concentrate on home-grown elixirs, London offers wines from all over the world.
Most food throughout history has been cooked by women - “but if you can’t name them, they get forgotten”.
Around the solid centre of the rice kernel, mystery builds.
When it comes to hot cross buns, I love nibbling round the chewy cross on top like an ill-mannered five-year-old.
The French see frozen food as healthy and fresh - so why does it have a downmarket reputation in Britain?
I swore I'd keep it for ever, but when I found the hideous thing in my study the other week, I followed "a different train of thought".
Although supermarkets like to claim that they only stock what their customers want to buy, in 2013 a survey suggested more than three-quarters of us aren’t too bothered by ugly veg. The problem is finding it.
Across the political spectrum, the New Statesman introduces you to the personalities who shape our world. Where else would you find Jeremy Corbyn, Tony Blair and Theresa May in the same place?