Jane Grigson’s friends and admirers share their personal memories, explain why her work was a source of inspiration and reflect on her legacy.
Jane Grigson’s writing about food was part of the fabric of life for me in the late 1970s and the 1980s. I wish I’d met her, though I never did, but her writing was the next best thing. Articles were there every week to be devoured through the pages of the Observer, and books – inquisitive, discursive, eminently readable and full of recipes which made one want to cook – appeared regularly. Through these she was a wise and witty counsellor whose words were a constant presence at my kitchen table, and an inspiration for me to find out more about the history and significance of all manner of foods.