“Before anyone had even thought of hen-rehoming as a thing, my mother had become an inadvertent rehomer of escapees from the nearby broiler house”

“I had lately acquired a leg of gigantic lamb, last in the shop, a birthday treat capable of feeding at least eight hungry revellers, destined for a sad lockdown twosome”

The preachy new breed of carnivore

Delving into a record of postwar family meals

Meat substitutes, previously the stuff of science fiction, are growing in popularity

The joys of throwing things away

Ollie Dabbous’s new London venture disappoints Lisa Hilton

Pressing on with the task of making apple juice

Would you, could you, eat a brain?