“I can vividly remember the first time I ate a pasty. After a busy day ...” — John Whaite Quote

I can vividly remember the first time I ate a pasty. After a busy day shopping with my gran, she treated me to one. Wide-eyed and with a watering mouth, I chomped down into the crisp, buttery casing. It yielded to my eager bite; the pastry flaked and fluttered down my front.

During 'Bake Off' people said, 'You're going to become a celebrity and leave your boyfriend,' but I knew it would never happen.

I was a 23-year-old law student when I won the 'Great British Bake Off' in 2012. For 10 weeks I had balanced my degree finals with the tension and scrutiny inside the white tent (not to mention a few nights out here and there).

Porridge, for me, has always been of the Scottish variety: salted, and for breakfast. The idea of claggy oatmeal mixed with hollandaise and a runny poached egg is almost nauseating.

I was 16 years old and I'd just come to Munich from Calgary. I was staying in this youth hostel at the club, I couldn't speak a word of German and I ate nothing but schnitzel for the first six months. Life was pretty hard and lonely but I had Beckham on my wall.

Mark Wahlberg's, like, 150 pounds! I'm 250 lean. I look like Mark Wahlberg ate Mark Wahlberg.

Back in the day, we ate fresh; our parents cooked. Now, we're starting to think things are fresh because they're in a can, they're in a box, or they're frozen. That's not fresh. It's difficult to get real fresh.

I hate chickpeas. I like hummus but I ate that before I realised it was made out of chickpeas.