Food for thought

A SURE sign of winter in our household are evenings in front of the television.

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Not that we all live under one roof any more, but there are times when we happen to be together and the catch-up button is pressed to find one of our favourite shows—invariably, at this time of year, it is MasterChef: The Professionals. I should say this wouldn’t be the boys’ first choice, but, happily, they tend not to get much of a look-in with the remote control when us girls are around.

Part of the fun of MasterChef: The Professionals, quite aside from the brutality of the skills test, is the debate the programme engenders. From the person whose go-to meal is spinach on toast comes the comment that cooking is a terrible waste of time; from the one who is super-fit and super-strong comes the observation that there is never enough on the plate to feed a hungry man; from the