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Hi - I’m Joanna Wood and I’m the chef editor on the magazine. I’ve worked on Caterer for nearly 10 years now, so I guess that makes me one of the longest serving members of the team (oldest, too, but let’s not go there, please).
I initially came to the magazine as a freelance journalist and joined six years ago, as deputy editor of the section before taking over from Amanda Afiya as chef editor three years later. My patch, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, deals with in-depth features on all things cheffy: profiles, recipes (like the recent bumper crop from some of our Michelin starred pub chefs), and craft-based features like our monthly Masterclasses (watch out for our next one on veal, coming up in our 15 Feb issue).
At this stage, I think I need to front up and tell you all something. When I first started writing for the magazine it was as a journalist, rather than as a specialist food writer. I had a passion for good, fresh food and produce (doesn’t every one?), but hadn’t a clue what being a professional chef entailed. I soon found out. Long hours, comparatively little pay for most people – not to mention fallen arches, even a lovely condition known quaintly as ‘chef’s arse’ (which, thankfully, I’ve not seen in the flesh).
Gareth Gates won a 12 minute pop career, Rick Waller won a spot on Celebrity Fit Camp, Steve Brookstein (X Factor 2004) won anonymity but Aaron Craze won The Cock Inn in Beazley End. So maybe not all television competitions are inherently evil.
The proof may well be in the pudding but a Devonshire catering company reckons it has the solution to festive stress – it’ll do the cooking of the notorious Christmas lunch for you.
This ain’t no job advert site. But every now and then you get such an affinity for a restaurant that when they need a hand in maintaining their standards, you’re more than willing to help.
Ultimate domestic goddess Delia Smith has hit out at celebrity chefs saying they’re ridiculing the public with fussy recipes and arrogant attitudes.
Oh yes. You are seeing this right. Don’t look for a neck-based seam – we’ve squinted hard and there isn’t one. Rhodes has gone all beef-cake on the world, before casting aside his modesty and posing, stripped to the abs and pumping some serious iron, for that bible to the overweight and image-obsessed; Men’s Health magazine
