Who ate all the… kedgeree?
Shropshire cook and food lecturer Melissa Rees, born in 1966, develops a taste for football It probably gives you an idea of my footballing knowledge to tell you that when my editor asked me to put together an article on food for the World Cup my mind went into a white spin. Luckily she began to talk about football before I said something completely stupid like, for instance, “I thought it wasn’t until 2012”. Once I had established what sporting event we were discussing I felt I should be equal to the task. After all, I was born in 1966 and even I know what happened that year. Then of course there was 1982. I had no choice other than to watch; I was staying with a family in France and obviously all the teenage boys (there were four of them and I was in love with two) spent the whole fortnight of my stay glued to the box shouting abuse at the Italians and Germans. To relieve my boredom and frustration I developed a guilty habit of daily trips to the patisserie and as a result put on hal
