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“I despair of the term 'clean eating'...it necessarily implies that any other form of eating – and consequently the eater of it – is dirty or impure and thus bad.”

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Nigella Lawson
Nigella Lawson

Nigella Lawson is a prominent British journalist, television presenter, and author, born on January 6, 1960. She has made a substantial impact in the culinary field through her extensive work in food writing and television. Known for her engaging and approachable style, Lawson has garnered a loyal following across the UK and globally. more

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