I first came across the Angry Chef on Twitter. Somebody had tweeted about a new blog, written in secret, by an shouty, ranty, ‘stick it to the man’ author who was putting their boot into the world of clean eating that you just had to read. One tweeted link became two became three; each seeming to make ever greater proclamations of grandeur that it was brilliant that somebody had finally stuck their head above the parapet and taken on the growing world of food trends, Instagram photos and unrealistic diet claims.

Now of course, my anorexic mind was instantly piqued. When you starve your body, your brain cries out for food, twisting your life to revolve around nothing else. Hoping you might just pick up the hint and eat. You consume food in every form you can besides it’s physical self. Becoming through pour saturation the most dangerous of all things: an uneducated expert. Proclaiming a forensic knowledge and interest in all things food born purely out of your own minds disregarded cries for sustenance and survival. So of course, whether I’d agree with it or not, any side to any debate on food will have me clicking and reading. Read more