I’ve never been that crazy about vegetables. Somehow I got through childhood on tins of Green Giant sweetcorn: there may also have been the odd pea at some point. Fruit was always more fun, which is probably how I survived into adulthood without getting scurvy.

As a grownup, I’ve added broccoli, spinach, salad leaves and tomatoes to my repertoire – as well as the now obligatory avocado. But much of the vegetable kingdom still leaves me cold. Pulses are mushy and suspicious. I can’t stand anything pepper-adjacent and the smell of celery reminds me of cleaning out our childhood guinea-pigs’ cage.

The Telegraph London