Felicity Cloake is the New Statesman’s food columnist. Her latest book is The A-Z of Eating: a Flavour Map for Adventurous Cooks.
Delicious pâté from your local free-range mum? Yes, it is what you think it is.
In Britain, it used to be vulgar to comment on one’s food. Now, it’s a bit weird not to.
Let’s stop going overboard with the fashion for finicky food fetishes.
Insects are an economical alternative protein source to meat – and tastier than charred pizza base.
The average Briton puts away 27 mince pies in the run up to Christmas. So why are my friends texting me vomit emojis?
In San Sebastián for the World Cheese Awards, I could smell the gathering from the next room.
Certain communities aside, we Britons today aren’t big fish fans. Can places like Billingsgate Market teach us to love seafood?
It’s that time of year again, when the Western world goes crazy for a fruit we don’t actually like. So what should we be trying?
Think of paradise and what springs to mind? Hopefully, we'd all arrive hungry.
Our obsession with all things peculiarly cake can’t be replicated – but transcends borders.
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