There have been some incredible eating experiences, unforgettable with tastes that I can still remember as if I had just eaten them.

When I get home, though, there’s always one thing I crave. Whether I walk in the door at six in the morning or midnight I always reach for a saucepan, pop some toast in the toaster and scramble some eggs.

It’s a hugely comforting and easy and yet deceptively luxurious dish. I don’t gild the lily either – no smoked salmon, truffle or cream for me. The method though, is key – patience is required.

I take 3 eggs (medium size) and whisk till smooth. I add pepper, no salt at this stage as it prevents the eggs from coming together. I melt butter in a saucepan over a medium heat and then pour in my eggs, stirring
constantly.

I don’t rush, I don’t turn the heat up, I just let it do its magic, thickening slowly, until it finally comes together at which point I season it well, remove it from the heat and spoon it only toast thick with butter. This is, after all, my comfort food.