My husband is an ace cook, but only African recipes, so when he's at it, the kitchen has to be evacuated. The steam from those Scotch bonnets and all the deadly chillis makes even the cats cough. The wallpaper turns orange, and even with the extractor fan on full blast it's impossible to breathe. I don't know how on earth he actually eats these Spicy Horrors, he must have an asbestos mouth. He's not too keen on Jamie Oliver. He says he spits in the food when he's talking!