“I have so many memories of standing on a chair at the kitchen counter”

I don’t have an exact moment when I realised food was for me. When I was growing up, Mum, as a trained chef herself, made everything from scratch. I was oblivious to the fact that the way I was learning to cook was ‘the way’.

I have so many memories of standing on a chair at the kitchen counter making pastry and Mum explaining when we’d added just enough milk, when to stop working the dough or even when to use the food processor because we were short on time.

She’s happy to remind me how difficult and fussy I used to be, though, even if I don’t pick diced onion and celery out of her bolognese anymore.