The girl who played with fire
I have recently found myself apologising for certain foods I serve to guests. “It’s strong,” I’ll warn them as I place a chilli, ginger and coriander pesto on the table. “I know it’s not to everybody’s liking,” I’ll say as I pass the tomato, garlic and anchovy salad around. And then, trying to make light of the issue, I’ll add, “These strong flavours, they’re like me, unsubtle…” Because by now I’ve learned that people either like me or loathe me. I’m a
