Mad about the boy....

Jamie Oliver is my favourite chef.

Not that he is particularly handsome, although there is a boyish charm to him.

As a chef, he's probably quite good though not quite brilliant yet.

Maybe it's because cooking is not his only passion; he seems to quite like people too. It may be just a marketing concept, showing him cooking dinners for loads of people at his home. But undeniably, he's quite the people's chef. He seems to enjoy cooking not only for its own sake, but cooking in relation to people, and life, and family, and learning, and health.

Cooking for him is a way to be healthy and happy, so he goes to schools and tries to persuade them to cook healthier school dinners. Cooking is a way of life, so he teaches people how to cook and persuades them to change their ideas about food. For some, cooking is the way, and perhaps the only way, to get out of life's rut.

That's what I find admirable about him, his life is more than mere cooking. There's no one more boring than one with a single passion; he becomes boring and single-dimensional, unable to enjoy anything else that life has to offer.

So, that's why I'm mad about the boy....