‘Go past Jamie Oliver’s Diner, turn left at Marco Pierre White’s Bistro, carry on past the River Café and you’ll come to St Mary’s Church. The Food Bank is in the crypt.’
To most modern Britons the words ‘Yule Log’ probably bring to mind that masterstroke of marketing that has enabled supermarkets to sell an ordinary chocolate roulade (with the addition of a plastic sprig of holly) as a speciality item for the Christmas table. But the edible Yule Log of our own day – to an
