Thanks must go to:
As ever, the magnificent, hilarious, frequently drunk women of the Naughty Kitchen. You are my people.
Jan Jones, for so much friendship and support, and this time especially for the historical advice.
Paul Couchman, the Regency Cook, for his excellent informative and entertaining classes on Regency food.
Louise Allen, whose fiction and non-fiction both helped me enormously with this book.
The Pride. You can’t read this, because you’re cats. But you’re cats who are there for me, and I love you.