I was first drawn to cooking due to my fondness for spatulas. I find the smooth caress of a spatula against my skin to be a sensual pleasure to which no fork, knife, spoon, cheese grater nor corkscrew bears comparison. Sometimes I sellotape spatulas to my body. Virtually anything.I get the most satisfaction out of baking, or making desserts. Chocolate cakes, brownies, cookies etc. are all splendid. As for main dishes, I suppose I cook quite a lot of Asian (or at least Asian-influenced) food; curries, stir-fries and so on. Generally though I just like to cook. Anything. Well, my mum makes a top-notch chilli. Oh, and my auntie knows the recipe for soylent green. I made a cheesecake which actually worked once; that was quite good. I gave some of it to some old people. They seemed to like it. Unless they were just being friendly because I'd broken into their retirement flat with a plate of cheesecake and were secretly waiting for a moment to call the police. I wouldn't really describe anything that I've cooked as a tragedy. Sometimes things taste bad; it's hardly Romeo and Juliet. However, and let me emphasise this point using capital letters: NON-STICK FRYING PANS WHICH HAVE LOST THEIR NON-STICK COATING ARE THE TOOLS OF THE DEVIL.