Before coming to Exeter, I would have classed myself as a foodie. Not necessarily in the regard that I’m a vegetarian, gluten-free lover or self-nutritionist as some claim, but it was all goats cheese tarts, spinach and ricotta. However, like many others who have come away to university, my eating habits have degraded and I can no longer make that claim. All originality has vanished and cooking has gone from being a hobby, to a chore, simply a source of stress. The small self-catered kitchen in my Birks flat has become daunting, consisting of large piles of washing up, lacking clean surface space due to the remnants from last nights ‘flat party’ still remaining.