For most of us, 2021 will be the Year of the Vaccine, and dare we hope, the Year of the Hug, too. For me, it will also be the Year of Eating British.
As someone who has spent their professional life sampling and writing about food, and who loves a fragrant mango or the scent of star anise as much as the next person, why am I choosing to limit my palate to the contents of Britain’s larder?
It’s certainly not for flag-waving nationalistic reasons. But this pandemic has made me think – hard. The empty supermarket shelves at