You don’t know until you’ve tasted it, right?
This dangerously inquisitive stance has seen me drink moonshine in Iran, eat (possible) dog food in Mongolia, and some biscuits in Jaisalmer which made me fall off a camel. I’ve lived in a campervan, driven to Ulan Batur in a Nissan Micra, got stuck on a houseboat in Kashmir, and once almost walked to Cape Wrath.
Somebody’s parents told me that I had until 30 to stop ‘screwing up’. So after a succession of magazine/food jobs, I’m trying my hardest. Four years to go, eh?
At the moment, I’m cooking at Rochelle Canteen whenever they let me, writing a food column for the Telegraph…and juggling various other money-making schemes.