Quotes from Jack Monroe

Yes, scrambled eggs are lovely, and I've eaten them, and enjoyed them, and that was OK. Now I don't want to any more, and that's OK too.

If I've learned anything in the last seven or eight years it's that my career flies by the seat of my pants and that every time I'm booked for something, I'm ill, and anything - like a TV opportunity - I treat as my last ever one because it's maybe my swansong.

I spent 18 months with the furniture parked in front of the radiators, cooking as quickly as I possibly could to use the least amount of gas and electricity. I unscrewed the lightbulbs in the hallway, unplugged everything at the wall so not even the LCD display was blinking away on the oven.

Party politics are quite upsetting. I've been a member of the Labour party, the Green party, the Women's Equality Party, the National Health Action Party and now I'm not a member of any.

I think I'll be around as long as there is a market for simple, basic, non-intimidating food.

I remember going on adventures with my older brother and, when I was 11, being allowed to go to the corner shop alone, and filling up a bag with penny chews, Fruit Salads, Bruiser bars and Black Jacks.

I'm very careful with the money I have, I pay myself the living wage, and I try to save the rest, because if life has taught me one thing it's that you never know what is around the corner.

It would be better to incentivise people into work with secure jobs and decent wages, than to try to starve them into submission.

Working 90 hours a week is easily racked up when you're self-employed and rely on portable tech to do your work; your train journeys, toilet breaks, leisurely walks, bedtime, can all become 'working hours'. Reclaim them.

My bark is far, far worse than my bite.

All kids are fussy eaters - they go through phases where they'll only eat red food or they just want to eat porridge. With fussy kids, the best thing to do is use what they do like and work around it.

I got over the whole British eating-with-hands phobia very quickly when I was working with Oxfam in Tanzania.

When I was at my lowest point I had a lot of help from charities, food banks, to see me through so it is nice to start to give something back.

We have an odd culinary relationship with tinned food. In higher society, rare and supposedly exquisite goods such as tinned baby octopus, foie gras and caviar come in beautifully crafted, artistically designed tins.

I'm not going to have any more children. I'm quite confident about that.

Don't say things about people that aren't true... because there are consequences for that.

Food is a weapon in austerity Britain. Hunger, the threat of and the reality of, is used to coerce and control.

I wear Doc Martens leather boots, so I'm not a vegan. I am a vague-one.

I eventually turned the fridge and freezer off - they were empty anyway - and the boiler, desperate to save money, shocking myself awake in the morning with the shortest, coldest showers, and boiling a kettle of water twice a week to bath my young son.

I'm of Cypriot heritage, we have no concept of portion control.

My parents tended to cook big batch food because there was always the possibility that other children would turn up with their carrier bag and shoes and we had to gently bring them out of their shells.

I live in a world where I want everyone to be able to put beurre blanc on the table for dinner.

I think the thing about cooking from tins for me that I really enjoyed was... the convenience of it, the slight entertainment side of it. Just the surprise of being able to crack open a couple of tins, pour them into a pan, and 15 minutes later you've got a fantastic dinner on the table.

I remember loving food tech because of the precision and the creativity, the weights and measures, the tiny glimpses of flavour.