I have a distinct memory of being over a friend’s house for dinner when I was about eight years old (in the 1980’s) and her ordering a Chinese takeaway. The first thing she said over the telephone in a serious, warning tone was “No MSG please!!!!”

My first real encounter with a soft runny egg was after a near death experience.

I can recall hearing about “wild garlic season” through a friend who was an outdoor foraging enthusiast when I first moved to England. I had this distinct fantasised picture in my mind of it being a hunting-like occasion. Men dawned in some sort of posh hybrid mix of flat caps, tweed and Barbour jackets out in the woods…

Watching someone tackle a giant steamed lobster for the first time is pure theatre.

Shellfish and I have been through a lot.