A couple of summers ago, my sister-in-law married her husband in France, where his family is from. A couple of days before the wedding, we sat in his parent’s house and discussed the French relationship with food. His entire family insisted the French placed a much higher value on the food they eat than the Brits, pointing to the continued and widespread presence of boulangeries, boucheries and patisseries on their high streets. At the time, my general stubbornness and a kernel of patriotism meant I challenged and resisted such a presumption. However, increasingly, I have come to accept this is…