Caitlin: Life With Dylan Thomas

This is a good one! Here's a choice excerpt: "[My husband Dylan Thomas] would never go near the stove if he could possibly avoid it. He left me to cook those endless pots of bone broth, highly spiced spaghetti with onions and garlic, and the occasional flat fish which I caught myself in the estuary waters below the Boat House. I never thought to clean them. I just used to fling them in the frying pan whole. (I remember once I caught one and threw it in the pan, thinking it was dead, and it leapt straight out and flopped around the floor. I picked it up with a piece of rag and dropped it straight back into the pan, holding it down with the pan cover. It was struggling to get out so I must have cooked it alive. It was fresh, anyway. I ate it with great relish - the best fried flat fish that I have ever had.) "I could be pretty savage. Another time someone brought us a lobster and I dropped it straight into a stewpan of boiling water, and the wretched thing tried to crawl out. No one had told me that I had to tie the claws first. I pushed it back into the pan and held the lid down. Dylan was horrified, and he kept well away."