Dear Gary
It feelsa bitweirdcallingyouGary;
I stillthinkofyouasTheCockatiel,an
affectionatefamilynicknameinspiredby
yourtrademarkspikyhair,whichseemed
thrillinglyexoticwhenit firstpoppedup
onTVinthelate1980s.Howdelighted
youlookedtohearthelegendaryFrench
chefAlbertRouxadmit,“WhenI firstmet
you,thehairdothatyouhad,I thought,
he’llnevermakea goodchefthis
one.ButhowwrongI was!”That
wasduringyourratherpremature
episodeofThisis YourLifea
decadelater.
Formypart,I wasonlysix,so
I hopeyouwouldn’thaveminded
- yourexcitablepresenceon
screencapturedmychildishimagination.
Youmadefoodlooklikefun;asPrue
Leithputit,youwereperhapsthefirst
rockstarofcooking,yourinfectious
enthusiasmtheantithesisofmoody
contemporarieslikeMarcoPierreWhite.
I wasdelightedtofindyourtwinkly
eyesonthebagofsugarinthecupboard;
howI badgeredmymumtomakethe
gloriouslystickysyrupspongesand
treacletartsyoudangledsotemptinglyin
frontofmyfaceaspartofyourcampaign
withTateandLyle.Sadly,however,I had
towaituntilI hada kitchenofmyownto
tastethemasmymum’sideaofa pudding
was,andremains,a fruitsalad.
Stuckatboardingschoolduringyour
peaktelevisionyearsinthelate1990s,
I missedoutonserieslikeRhodesAround
Britain, butthen,inthemid-Noughties,
whenI wasbeginningtothinkabout
cookingmorethanpastaandpestofor
myself,I struckgoldina secondhand
bookshopintheformofa pristine
hardbackcopyofyourNewBritishClassics.
I canonlythinktheownermusthave
died;whyelsewouldanyonehave
partedwithsucha treasure?
Atthetime,feelinglikeanadult,with
tastes,if notmuchmoney,ofmyown,
I didmostofmylimitedeatingoutin
gastropubs,placesproudlyservingup
theBritishdishesthathadlanguished
sofirmlyinthedoldrumsthroughoutmy
childhood– a timewhenfirstFrenchand
thenItalianfoodruledtheroost.Going
outtoeatsausageandmashfeltlike
a rebellionagainstmyparentsandtheir
obsessionwithsun-driedtomatoesand
goat’scheese.Yourbook,withitsrecipes
forbubbleandsqueakandporkpies,
syllabubandIrishstew,seemedsimilarly
subversive– a rediscoveryofa culinary
heritageI’dnevergrownupwith.
Tomygreedyeyesyourbook
readlikea lovelettertothebest
thingsaboutBritishcooking,so
longtheobjectof
derisionbutfinally
treatedwiththecare
andloveit deservedby
someonewithserious
talent.Yourwordsontheback
coverspoketome:“Though
I admittoa passionforthe
classics,I haveanotherwhichis toexplore
themfurtherandtakeestablishedideas as
farastheywillgo.I wanttoputthose
classicsona newplane,withmore
refinementandmoreexactflavours.”
Althoughyouleftschoolat 16 for
cateringcollege,youdidyourhomework
here:themeticulouslyresearchedessays
onthelikesoftheGreatBritishbreakfast
area joytoread,whiletherecipesare
ItwashisfunapproachtocookingthatfirstcapturedFelicity’s
attention.Here,theGuardianfoodwriterfondlyremembersthe
brilliant,groundbreakingchefwhoinspiredherownkitchen
experimentationthroughhisenthusiasm,hisalmostsubversive
championingofBritishcookingandhissignaturespikyhairdo
RECIPEFELICITYCLOAKEPHOTOGRAPHSMAJASMEND
FOODST YLINGSOPHIEAUSTEN-SMITHST YLINGTONYHUTCHINSON
LETTER TO MY FOOD HERO
Felicity Cloake writes
to Gary Rhodes
“ You made food look like
fun ; as Prue L eith put it,
you were perhaps the
first rock star of cooking”
92 deliciousmagazine.co.uk