SLICE OF MY LIFE
The venerated food writer and artist recounts matchmaking meals, the joy of good game and the versatility of a yorkshire pudding
CHILDHOOD COOKERY LESSONS
When I was at school in Montevideo, Uruguay, my mother had a cook. The kitchen was a place I was always welcome. There was a little round marrow called zapallito and I was allowed to stuff it with rice, eggs and herbs. The chemistry of cooking made it magic for me.