In which we discover that you can't have a mortar without a pestle especially if it's gold, that kings make mistakes, the importance of clever queens and that even a capon can be symbolic.
Kebabs, so delicious yet so much controversy. Do you think of elephant leg, the late night scourge of the high street, sadly grey yet so appealing after a few too many drinks? Or perhaps a shish kebab with its crispy nearly burnt edges and indigestible undercooked pepper slices? Is shawarma more your thing? Moist and juicy with garlic sauce and chilies?