Hmm. Surprisingly not as basic as it would have been if Kevin “Duchess of Basic” Pang contributed, but surprisingly unadventurous.

Because I was taught how to make them at a mate’s house in Saint-Cloud, I call them palmiers. They’re one of Mr Vinegar’s favourite snacks, so we’ve always got a fucking huge tupperware tub (which we’re sure we can fit Gwynnie Paltrow’s head in) full of ‘em.

Ooh, ring-pulls.  I remember someone in my sister’s class at primary school who sliced their finger open on one of those bloody things - thirty years later and the woman still has a faint scar on her finger that she claims was caused by the damned thing.  Evil, evil little things.