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Margot Henderson is London’s trump card for a good party. Hailed as British food’s best-kept  secret, she co-runs the high-profile catering company Arnold & Henderson and is the chef of the operation’s base Rochelle Canteen, the city’s favourite lunchtime spot. Everything about her  oozes warmth and effortlessness, coupled with unwavering ambition. Whether Margot is cooking  for her three children or the art crowd, famously hosting a luncheon during Frieze London solely  for redheads like herself, one thing remains a constant. “It’s a joy to cook.” Margot is equally at home devising a menu for Paul Smith’s 50th-anniversary party at Paris  Fashion Week, or peeling onions gleefully while cooking her husband’s favourite meal with him,  none other than the renowned chef and restaurateur Fergus Henderson. The other half of the pair crowned as the culinary couple who built a British Empire by The New York Times. With their  detail-oriented mastering of technique and respect to tradition, their role in making London  become a culinary destination is eminent.

Wearing its fabulousness lightly is a review for Rochelle Canteen that evenly captures the essence  of Margot herself. While she was recently awarded an OBE for services to the culinary arts, the  about section for Arnold & Henderson simply reads; “we like parties. Maybe that’s what we bring.  No rules, everything will be great. We’re nice people, and we have fun.” There are few rules  though.

“Food should be friends, not lovers” is one motto, in reference to the trends of foods on top of  each other. “No garnishes, the ingredients should speak for themselves.” Her food is a mix with  equal measures of sophistication and simplicity, and her much-loved cookbook You’re All Invited:  Margot’s Recipes for Entertaining is proof. Behind the delicious recipes for every mood and  occasion, from comfort food for the family to elegant and crowded dinner parties, lies the  experience of a life abundant with exceptionally stylish cooking.

Margot’s passion for food and hospitality has deep roots in her early family life in New Zealand.  Eldest of four children, she grew up in the hillside Wellington suburb of Belmont with journalist  parents and younger brothers. She recounts collecting snails from the garden to cook with bread  crumbs as her first catering job, the instant hit of her parents’ dinner parties.

Her love of restaurants can be attributed to her mother, a journalist and food writer who wrote a  series of books about eating out in New Zealand, taking Margot along with her to posh French  restaurants. However, young Margot would rebel to her mother’s devotion to health food and the  banishment of all that was white and refined from the household. The first recipe she made was  cooking batches of ginger crunch slice and meringues from New Zealand’s classic Edmonds  Cookery Book for her brothers.

Aged 20, Margot packed up and moved to the UK, dropping out of an English degree at university  to work at a Mexican cantina. Three love interests intertwined; a boy, The Face magazine and  above all, London. Her life changed, it seemed, within the span of a single afternoon. Having  bought a new dress, and feeling rather good about herself, Margot walked past Notting Hill’s 192  restaurant and thought she would like to work there. They said she could start on Monday. Going  on to work at several Soho restaurants that helped make her career, her resume reads like “the  story of all that was hip and delicious in 90s London.”

The Hendersons’ love affair with lunches may have started on one of those Sundays. Over a lunch  at The Eagle, Margot met fellow chef Fergus. He made quite the impression when she ordered  pigeon and peas. And to her surprise, that was precisely what she got on her plate, which was  quite unfashionable for chefs at the time. However, their insistence on highlighting the simplicity of  good ingredients and local seasonal produce becoming à la mode was in the works.

“By the end of the weekend, we were a couple.” It quickly became apparent that they should get  married, and that they should start a restaurant together. So, the couple opened the French  House Dining Room at Soho’s French House in 1992, with Arnold and her former husband. When  Fergus left two years later to establish St John, Margot ran the French House with Melanie,  concurrently having babies.