Hair and makeup: Justine Jenkins using et al. beauty. Photograph: Alex Lake/The Observer
Being half-Swiss, I’ve eaten fondue all my life. My uncle made it with gruyere and vacherin cheeses and he’d rub the casserole dish with garlic first. And you have to have a salad otherwise you’ll be awake all night: lovely grated carrots with apple cider vinegar and dill. Oooh yum! Then, at the end, when there’s hardly any cheese left, you crack an egg. It’s called la religieuse (“the nun”) and you’ve basically made a cheesy omelette.
My first year after drama school, I was sort of encouraged to lose weight. That was a real bummer for me, because I love food. And why would you torture yourself? I don’t think you’re allowed to say that any more. I was working with a trainer on the Obi-Wan Kenobi job and she works with a lot of high-flying people. And she said that producers now, if they want someone to lose weight, they say: “We need her/him to be really fit.” So the language has changed: “athletic”. But you’re not allowed to say you want them to lose weight, which is a good thing.
