Spent a snowy Sunday afternoon in Mark Durkan's kitchen while he and his little girl made lasagne. Mark, more familiar with the corridors of Stormont and Westminster, put politics aside for the day and showed off some serious culinary skills for the Journal's Hidden Lives feature.
He has acquired himself quite the reputation for being a fantastic chef, although his missus insists that he is legendary mostly due to the mountain of dishes he leaves in his wake.
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