I don't have a lot of time for Gregg Wallace. I've always questioned his status as a judge on Masterchef based on his credentials of a) eating out a lot, and b) having been a grocer, which makes him an "ingredients expert" as he was once billed.
He's currently on honeymoon with his fourth wife, another young lady he met on Twitter. I'm saying nothing.
Wallace criticised the saintly Mary Berry for saying that no-one needs a deep fat fryer. He said that Britain frys things, we always have, and there's nothing wrong with chips and spam fritters.
He's a little out-of-touch. Young mums use McCains oven chips. Heating oil to boiling point was never a very safe thing to do. I've never had a deep fat fryer.
On the point that "we've always done it, it's what we do," we used to do lots of things that we don't do now. It doesn't make them right. Slavery, sacking women for being pregnant; corporal punishment in schools.
If Gregg casts his mind back to when he was a kid, I'm sure he did enjoy spam fritters and chips. We occasionally had chips cooked in the chip pan, with beef dripping. Delicious. And perfectly fine to have as a treat. Nobody snacked mindlessly between meals or drank sugary fizzy drinks. It was milk or squash in those days. Consequently, hardly anyone was obese. If you watch footage of real people from the 60s and 70s, they were all slim. There was only one boy at my school who was overweight.
It's a different story nowadays as we all know. You only have to see the kids waddling out of school and into the nearest takeaway to surmise that the last thing this lot need is extra chips, even if they are cooked by mum and not by Ronald McDonald.