I think it’s hilarious that when I listen to epic music whilst cooking, I get these absurd feelings of sublime importance — as if with each slice of the garlic I am involved in a new scene from some fantastically epic and crucial conflict… Alexander, conquering his way across a continent, I am freeing slaves… uniting the lost, rescuing the fallen. And then, just at the perfect moment, I begin to slice the onion… that’s when it gets real…