Back to my Roots

But that is moving ahead. From as long ago as I can remember, I was surrounded by gourmands. Food was very important in our house, and I learnt all the time from my mum – for I watched her constantly. Mum was passionate about food, always testing, asking me what I thought, or calling Dad to make him try this sauce or that new dish. She went to so much trouble to cook for all of us and was always totally focused. She hated it when something wasn’t right, even to the point of starting again from scratch if it was for the Christmas dinner, or another special day, and she was not happy with the dish.