If you only read one other article today, please make it this post by A Girl Called Jack. It was typed into an old Nokia phone back in July 2012, when Jack hit rock-bottom as a 24 year-old, unemployed, single mum.
It is a powerful piece of writing. A stark reminder of the half-million people who rely on food banks. A harrowing image of the little boys round the country asking “where’s mummy’s breakfast?” A painful reality that hunger happens in Britain. And Hunger Hurts….
Hello – I'm Rachel Walker – food writer and cook. I live in East London with my very tolerant husband, who is often alarmed to find pig trotters or brining lamb tongues floating in the fridge. 
