I was well into my twenties before I ate my first cheese scone. My girlfriend at the time cooked me lunch on the same day I had my first telephone interview for Masterchef – which was also the first time she had ever cooked for me.
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Confession time.
I’ve always said that my last supper would consist of hot dogs. As much as I’ve tried to develop the outward appearance of a sophisticated foodie, I can’t shift this love of cheap sausages simmered in cloudy water and slung into a fluffy white bun.