Life

Autumn has always been my favourite season. It is a soft and sophisticated season, golden and mature, with none of the brashness of summer; it has a richness no other season can boast.

Neville stirred weird ingredients like xanthum gum, jam setting mix, no egg replacer and tapioca flour into a large mixer. Could this concoction really be transformed into a tasty gluten free focaccia bread as promised?

There comes a time in every parents' or grandparents' lives where they feel they need to have the dreaded 'talk' with their teen. Don't be alarmed! Let me let you in on a couple of pointers to help you get through this time.

It only happens once a year and this year I missed it…Mardi Gras… Shrove Tuesday… Pancake Day! Never mind, I'm happy to enjoy pancakes any day of the year.

In 1840 Anna, wife of the seventh Duke of Bedford established the practice of afternoon tea to fill the gap between light luncheon and late dinner, a practice which soon became an English tradition, now celebrated all over the world.

I think I am becoming a Grumpy Old Man… Donna says I have been one for years… but I am reduced to speechless Mr Meldrew-like disbelief at the thoughtless way some people behave in large supermarkets. I was debating either to abandon my wheels and shoppin

I really enjoy facing the challenge of creating every day, original, interesting and healthy dishes on a very limited budget. I get so much satisfaction from spending as little as possible, not wasting anything and still turning out meals that people enjo

I wanted to tackle the issue of snooping. Over and over again, I get e-mails into my inbox of parents torn between the decision to check up on a teenager in their house through snooping around their stuff, or whether they should just let them run free.

Why choose a living fence when you can put in a plastic wonder in a few ...

The first vegetarian I ever met was Sid Pearson. We were Boy Scouts together and one day, as we tramped to an autumn campsite, Sid suddenly dropped his pack and darted into the woods to reappear moments later with a fungus called dead badger's finger.