Like the archetypal forgetful husband, who dashes out guiltily to luxurious shops to buy a hasty, badly-chosen and expensive present for his largely ignored wife, many working women in Britain now dash out to the supermarket, in search of products that look as though they approximate to an idea of likeable, edible food. Indeed, in the age of the ‘cash rich, time poor’ shopper, not having time to cook has become a sign of status. If you do still cook on a humdrum daily basis, you risk being seen as less of an achiever than those who don’t – by implication, your time should be taken up with something more worthwhile and improving than cooking.