Isager Ditte - Gordon Ramsay cooking for friends

As a chef, I work at a thousand miles an hour, but when Im at home, I want to slow down. I leave my chefs jacket at work, and I walk into a domestic setting, where everything is completely different. At home, our kitchen is family-run, and its a relaxed place. A lot of people see cooking as a chore, but we bring an element of fun into it. For me, its a therapy, and its happening more and more that I cook with Tana and the children, especially Megan, my oldest. The kitchen is open-plan, with a large sofa and space to unwind. The focus is on the stove, which was built in Paris. It needed a concrete plinth as its foundation, to carry the weight, and after it was installed, the kitchen was built around it. The stove has a chrome-faced, water-cooled frontage so the kids cant burn themselves while they slice spring onions or grate fresh parmesan.

I cant sit at home with my feet up, reading the newspaper. But having said that, I am beginning to learn about being calm. Everyone always imagines that it must be hectic in the Ramsays kitchen, but its not. We turn cooking into serious fun. To an extent, everything we do is spontaneous. Were very lucky in that we have some great farmers markets nearby. The kids will go and buy cheese, fresh organic chicken, and a selection of the farmers vegetables. They become totally involved in the shopping, putting aside a percentage of their pocket money for good measure. They love that.

You get a young child to pay for a kilo of turnips or carrots, and then see how excited they are about whats on the plate later. They get pocket money according to age. Megans nine, so shes on 9. The twins, Holly and Jack, are on 8, and Tilly is on 6. They all wait for their birthdays because they know theyll get a pound increase. They are learning that in order to live well and have a healthy lifestyle, theyve got to eat well. If they never pursue cooking as a career, thats not going to upset me. I just need to know that they can fend for themselves in the kitchen.

The naughtiest child on the day gets to do the washing-up. Whoevers not on washing-up duty will set the table. We do have a dishwasher, but its rarely used, unless weve got a big party going on in the garden. I think the kids need to know what its like to wash up. When I was a child, we had a cleaning rota at home. I didnt grow up with dishwashers and everything being done for you. As four children, we were all involved, and Mum managed a strict rota, so no one escaped their turn at the washing-up, even though we had busy lives: me with my football and the others with their music.

Im a bit old-fashioned in this way. I dont have rules and regulations at home, but what I do have is a very hands-on family. Its not me standing there, cooking away and everyone watching. On Saturday morning, after the girls have been to the gym and Jack has got back from football, we come back and prepare a late lunch together. We wont eat dinner until seven thirty, eight oclock, and then it will be a slow braise. For

Sunday lunch, we have friends and family round, and over the weekend, we might indulge in a dessert. On Monday to Friday, its a substantial main course, followed by fruit.

Not everything comes from the farmers market. It would be great, but just not practical. Tana will shop two or three times a week at a supermarket, and I have to say that some of the supermarkets are doing some really good, interesting food lines. Out of respect for real quality ingredients, we also go to specialist purveyors, like Randalls, our butchers. Knowing where your food comes from and being able to trace it right back to its source is important to me.

Id rather spend more and eat less, buy the best quality ingredients and savour them, buy what we need and no more. Sometimes I find it embarrassing when I see the amount of food that we, as a nation, waste.

I find it frustrating at how we are forgetting that there has always been a traditional British cuisine, and it doesnt have to revolve around steak and kidney pie, or fish and chips. I remember watching my mother cook at the Cobweb tearooms in Stratford-upon-Avon, making ham hock barley soup, white veal stew, the most amazing honey-glazed roast ham, and, of course, all served with chips. What you dont see nowadays is the way she used to stud the ham with cloves and caramelize it. All that forgotten, unfashionable stuff was traditionally British. Wonderful, but forgotten in our haste to experiment with modern fads.

We are at risk of trying to make food too sophisticated as we move along, changing ingredients to follow whats in vogue. The words trendy food, trendy restaurants and especially trendy chef make me cringe. It is not always necessary to use foie gras with the finest fillet steak and line-caught turbot. Sometimes its just better to braise some oxtail and cook with mackerel, pollack or gurnard.

Im always excited around food. There are so many opportunities to prepare and eat good food in the home if you have the patience and determination. Once youve got good at making amazing fresh pasta, you will want to make ravioli. Once youve mastered the perfect ravioli, you will want to get more intricate with the filling. A domestic kitchen is a far superior place to what it was ten years ago. And were competitive as a nation. We want to outdo our neighbours. We know and understand the importance of eating well, so mix that with our natural peacock tendency to be the one who hosts the best dinner parties, and you are on the path to a whole new dimension in your life at home.

But dont get overconfident and miss the point when preparing a dinner party. Lighten up, have a glass of wine. Have your guests in the kitchen with you, and instead of showing off to them, involve them. Delegate the starter and the dessert while you tend to the main course. What can be difficult for me when going to dinner parties is when people hang on your every forkful. The food has been prepared in order to be enjoyed. It should be relaxing, not there to take you into a stress zone.

The palate can be educated. Its a matter of learning, of discipline and of practice. It is also the best reason in the world to stop smoking. Smoking will always dull your palate and confuse your taste buds. Its a bit like playing football with your laces tied together.

I love to see an array of cookbooks on someones shelf so that I can see who excites people. And I love to see a top chefs recipes domesticated for home use. I have hundreds of cookbooks, though slightly fewer now, after taking all of our Delia cookbooks to Oxfam. I was astonished when I saw her using canned mince. Wheres the feel-good factor in that sort of compromise? It just gives the wrong message. Were one of the hardest-working nations in the world. We move forwards, not backwards. The phenomenal confidence that Delia gave people, the impact that she has had over thirty years, has to my mind been shattered in one book. It made me quite distraught and taught me never to invest in a football club, if thats what it does to you.

I get nervous if people tell me that they follow my recipes word for word. A recipe is a guideline. Adding, subtracting, evolving it that is part of the pleasure. If a particular herb is not to your taste, if you dont like the strength of rosemary, say, by all means, use thyme, especially lemon thyme. If you prefer the purple basil in the middle of summer, then great (if you ever can get it). If you are not excited about using swede the way I am, then use celeriac. We dont eat enough turnips or kohlrabies in terms of flavour, theyre extraordinary. Adapting the ingredients is completely in your hands. But the method is what matters. The techniques in cooking are rigorous and imperative: they are your passport to a successful dish. Cooks must practise, practise, practise. Anyone can learn, but you need focus, proper understanding, and to go at the right pace, not running before you can walk.