Angela Casley, recipe editor
"There is always a slab of blue Castello cheese in my fridge. A little ritual I have each day at around 4.30pm is Castello on home-made crostini. Probably the most simple pleasure, but absolutely divine."
Rebecca Barry Hill, writer
"I like to bake, but about 30 per cent of the mixture goes in my mouth before it makes it to the oven. Not even the thought of contracting listeria from the raw eggs puts me off."
Zoe Walker, associate editor
"I don't cook. I can't remember the last time I used my kitchen for anything more than making toast or boiling the kettle..."
Fiona Ralph, writer
"I've recently found out I'm wheat and dairy intolerant, and it's easy enough to stick to my new diet until I go to a party, event or restaurant with shared plates. The lure of cake, cheese, white bread and icecream drowns out all thoughts of the terrible time I'll have afterwards. The next day, like a recovering alcoholic, I swear I'll never do it again, until ..."
Jessica Beresford, digital producer
"'Are you going to finish that?' is probably my most uttered phrase when dining out, as evidence of a nasty inclination to polish off other people's meals."
Beth Walsh, designer
"I eat butter as if it's cheese. Big slabs of it straight from the fridge. Anything I put it on is just a delivery system."
Rosie Kelway, writer
"I'm a vegetarian and unfortunately McDonald's doesn't offer any vege options, so I'm regularly heard ordering 'two bacon and egg cheese McMuffins — without the bacon please!'"
Dan Ahwa, fashion editor
"Two slices of buttered white bread and a handful of chicken chips in between. Dream sandwich."
Lucy Casley, design and digital assistant
"I have a weakness for anything with the combo of chocolate and peanut butter. I eat Reese's Peanut Butter Cups on a daily basis."
* For our feature on critical diners, pick up a copy of tomorrow’s Viva.
