One Minute With: Jojo Moyes

I'm in my office in Saffron Walden. If I peer out, which I often do because I'm quite nosy, I can see people sitting in a coffee shop below – a source of material!

The Big Picture: Divine presents

Hindu pilgrims carrying holy water from the River Ganges make their hurried way to a sacred temple near Allahabad in India's north west. There the pilgrims, wearing saffron dyed clothes and known as Kanwarias, will offer the water to Shiva, the Hindu deity.

Meals without frontiers: Asian migrants to the UK have given their own

We know that "foreign" food swept into these isles in the Elizabethan age of exploration. Walter Raleigh and others who went forth brought back tomatoes from Mexico (love apples as they were then called), sugar, spices like paprika and chilli, almonds and other exotic ingredients used for ever-more-thrilling, outrageous feasts for the rich. In truth, many favourites thought to be quintessentially British – tea, potatoes – were brought in from elsewhere and naturalised. As Rose Prince writes in her book, The New English Kitchen (2005): "This is a country ... with a five-hundred-year-old history of food piracy, borrowing ideas from other shores, importing their raw materials and learning to cultivate them on our soils." Brits were suckers for wild and new tastes, continuing an irrepressible national characteristic.

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Super tuber: Mark Hix pays tribute to the old-fashioned potato

Our neighbours, Judith and Gerrard, often bring us their freshly dug and picked produce from their allotment and it's such a pleasure to cook with; we often end up swapping food – something from the land for something that I have cooked or prepared. Our last exchange was a selection of Judith and Gerrard's heritage potatoes for a side of my De Beauvoir smoked salmon. There were five bags of delicious spuds containing relatively unknown or forgotten varieties with names such asUlster Sceptre, Lady Balfour and Rooster.