An Author's Notebook

The first time I ever sampled sourdough, I was at a business lunch with a contact in New York during the late 1990s. Mid-conversation, sitti...

Hermaphrodite Mum Three kids and a single mum Little One stamps the pavement outside our house with her new Startrite shoe. "Don...

Book Review These days a working knowledge of nutrition has become part of a parent's job description. I'm forever persuading my k...

I blame Facebook. For all those wasted hours. Every morning, I settle down in front of my computer, flex my fingers above the keyboard and m...

For 51 weeks of the year, I rule over my children's diet with a rod of iron. Not too much sugar, oily fish twice a week, live yoghurt an...

My 11-year old daughter was bemoaning the fact that she was too tall the other day. Having just started secondary school, she was embarrasse...

Food has never been more high profile. What with Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution Day , the rise of the  Insta-foodies , worries over scho...

Last Sunday I spent half an hour rifling through the contents of my larder cupboard and checking the sugar count in our cereals, sauces and ...