This one is for my grandpa. In my early twenties I travelled through Europe for six months and was lucky enough to base myself in England with Grandpa Noo Noo. We were known as the odd couple: we bickered like a married couple and had a hilarious time together. We would drive out to the countryside on the weekends to explore beautiful old pubs and eat traditional English pub food. Noo Noo never seemed as excited about the main menu as he did the desserts, and often earmarked the dessert he would have before deciding on his main. On my first day at his house, I opened the small fridge in the kitchen and saw shelf after shelf filled with sweet pastries, doughnuts, glazed fruit tarts, big blocks of chocolate and anything with jam in it! Nothing on the shelves was of a savoury nature – although after closer inspection of the vegetable crisper, I found an exhausted looking piece of broccoli. When I asked Noo Noo why there was only broccoli and nothing else in the fridge to go with it, he answered: ‘That’s there to make me feel better. I probably won’t get around to cooking it but I’m definitely healthier for it being there’. Noo Noo, this one’s for you. Eat custard and jam pie to your heart’s content and I will never dob on you to Mum, it’s all yours. Love you. — Kirsten