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A pioneer of nose-to-tale eating and a long-time advocate of the joys of offal, Henderson opened his Michelin-starred restaurant, St John, in London's Clerkenwell in 1994. Along with business partner Trevor Gulliver, he has since opened another restaurant, St John Bread and Wine in east London, and the St John Hotel in central London. He will be cooking a five-course banquet at the Wilderness Festival in Oxfordshire in August.

There's a rash of abominable dishes being served up in the name of pizza. But, asks Will Dean, whoever thought it needed reinventing anyway?

A Gouda worth its weight in gold has proved a deserving winner of the World Championship Cheese Contest after being sold at auction for $8,400 (£5,270).

This week I've been eating...lomo and goats' cheese sandwiches

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It's fair to say that America is not a nation known for its cheeses. There's Monterey Jack, cheese slices and, erm, Easy Cheese, which comes in an aerosol can. But there's a new grand fromage that is tickling the nation's taste buds: Pepper Jack, cheese with little bits of spicy jalapeño pepper.

Tuesday's awards ceremony was anodyne and uncomfortable. Andy Gill offers his 20-point plan to inject a bit of danger back into the show

A veteran of the kitchens at Claridge's, The Berkeley and the two-Michelin-starred The Square, Byatt has two London restaurants of his own, Trinity and Bistro Union. He also has a cookbook, How to Eat In (Random House), and regularly appears on BBC1's Saturday Kitchen.

You won't even need to go to the shops for supplies, as Will Dean discovers.

My earliest food memory...Going to my great-grandfather's house after school on a Monday evening, when my grandma would come over and cook stew and big Yorkshire puddings. There was a blazing coal-fired range in the kitchen, and the oven at the side was the only way of cooking. That heat from the range was different to the kind you get from gas or electric; I don't think any of us will get to taste food like that again.

Ed Miliband is often mocked for looking like Gromit's friend Wallace.But guess who's more worried by the comparison?

I was 13, I think. My parents were out. It was late summer, and I had the kitchen window open and the radio turned up loud and I was wondering what to cook for tea. For the sake of some nostalgic detailing, let's say it was "I Am the Resurrection" by the Stone Roses, and that I was lunging around the kitchen playing air-drums during the extended instrumental section. I was feeling adventurous. I decided to make an omelette.