While it’s true that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, will a cake labelled ‘scrummy,’ ‘yummy,’ or ‘to-die-for’ still taste as good? Well, yes, clearly it will, but my inclination to eat it diminishes with every infantilising adjective. Call me a grump, but my eyes itch at the words we use to describe food and its associated world. Let’s start with ‘foodie’. What do we, the happy tribe of dedicated kitchen-botherers, call ourselves? Foodie sounds so smug and twee in a way that the French equivalent, gourmand, simply doesn’t. Though we can’t call ourselves that without sounding impossibly pompous. For now, I’ll just settle for sheepishly identifying as someone who likes her dinner.