“We hear time and again what a prosperous, affluent country Britain is,...” — Jack Monroe Quote

We hear time and again what a prosperous, affluent country Britain is, the sixth richest in the world. But aren't we ashamed that people who need emergency food handouts are eating cold beans and stewed steak from the tin, or handing it back, because they can't even heat it up?

Many families teeter on the edges, not qualifying for the little support on offer, unwilling to seek it for fear of drawing attention to a household barely holding the pieces together, or hit by unexpected bills.

And I'm autistic, which means I can be hyperfocused but also all over the place at the same time. I think I'm very lucky to have found cooking because it's the one area where a brain like mine really thrives.

Food poverty comes in two strands. The first is not having enough money to buy food for yourself and your family. The second is poverty of education.

We wanted a pet food based on sound scientific principles and truth, not marketing hype.

Sitting down to a meal with an Indian family is different from sitting down to a meal with a British family.

Primarily I'm a meat man, although once in a while I toy with a few vegetables.

We have food all around us all the time, and if we haven't eaten for three hours, we think we're starving. You're not starving - human beings can go for 30 days without food.

I don't think love is a tricky issue at all. Love is best understood when we share: Share time, energy, food, resources, insights, information, whatever. It's usually thought of as something that exists between two people, but that's just because it's easier to see and feel in the space between them. Each person is sharing a lot with the other.