www.shop.rickstein.com THERE surely comes a point in every Rick Stein At Home meal when someone, somewhere, says: We could have got all this stuff at the bloody supermarket for less than half the price. And if that’s not swiftly followed by someone else saying: “Hang on, what exactly did Rick Stein cook here – then you’re probably doing it all wrong. In our own Rick Stein home movie I can report Mrs Mackenna is now peering under the grill at bubbling hake skin, snipping the corner of microwave-in-the-bag spuds, stirring piperade, flipping the lid on a tub of serrano ham crumb, and announcing: this is actually quite stressful.