Jamie Oliver gives update on feud with Gordon Ramsay after years of squabbles
Jamie Oliver has addressed his feud with fellow chef, Gordon Ramsay, after years of public squabbles.
The famous chefs first fell out in 2009 when Oliver blasted Ramsay for comparing an Australian journalist to a pig.
The following year, Ramsay, 58, declared that he was a 'chef', while Oliver, 49, was 'just a cook' and a 'one-pot wonder' and Oliver retaliated by mocking his rival for 'having Botox'.
In 2017, the Hell's Kitchen star called Oliver 'fat' on his talk show, The Nightly Show, and later issued a playful apology on air.
Reflecting on their turbulent history on Sunday, Oliver told The Times: 'Me and Gordon are absolutely friends, our little berating decade is behind us.
'He's smashing life at the moment. He's doing things that no chef's ever done. We're on good terms and long may it continue.'
Ramsay recently revealed his wife Tana is a fan of Oliver's cookbooks and often uses his recipes for the family's meals. He also shared a TikTok of himself reading one of Oliver's books and called their fallout 'old news'.
In January, Oliver admitted he and Ramsay built bridges and are 'currently friends' after being told to 'grow up' by their wives and children.
He previously said Ramsay was 'very supportive' when his restaurant empire, which included Jamie's Italian, Barbecoa and Fifteen, collapsed into administration in May 2019.
Ramsay said of the restaurant closures: 'Bottom line is, he's a great guy and a great chef and it was sad to see him disappear overnight but we had a drink and it was a tough time.'
The chef added the families barbecued together while on holiday together in Cornwall in 2018.
While Oliver's feud with Ramsay has thawed, he recently admitted his 'hero' Marco Pierre White still doesn't like me at all' after he 'destroyed' him when the pair first met.
Asked about the feud on The Louis Theroux Podcast, Oliver said: 'Oh he doesn't like me at all, still doesn't. I don't know (why). I have no shared history with him, working under him, so, he doesn't have a sense of control.'
The cookbook author continued: 'We went on a shoot one day, spent a day with him and it was perfectly lovely, and then a week later he just destroyed me on a double-page spread.
'I was really pleased to meet him, but he just destroyed me. And then you sort of think, well that was sort of a bit low. But, you meet people you love and often they're like, they clearly think you're a w**ker. So that's fine. I don't need anything from him.
'I still think he was a game changer. He was still my hero for that period of my life. But, that's life and it's not just Marco, it's lots of people it's happened to.'
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