Perhaps it’s a chilling portent of my destiny as a maiden aunt, but I am a great believer in themed gifts. Every year come late November I’ll sit down with a cup of tea, crack my knuckles and think of an idea to base my Christmas presents around. The year I moved to Glasgow, for example, I milked the Scottish theme dry, dishing out shortbread, knitted jumpers and copies of Boswell and Johnson’s Tour to the Hebrides like there was no tomorrow – even the copy of Rod Stewart’s seminal festive album, ‘Merry Christmas, Baby’, hit its mark. This year, skills honed over the last quarter of a century and the family grapevine fully informed of my role at Great British Chefs, I decided to opt for cookbooks. With the world of food publishing thriving and more diverse than ever before, finding the perfect Christmas gift for even the trickiest of personality types proved refreshingly easy.