Younger Years

I didn’t grow up wanting to be a chef. Truth be told, I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do. I went to school in the north-western suburbs of Sydney and I wasn’t the brightest kid at school. And from year 10 or so, I probably smoked too much pot for my own good. We weren’t bad kids, but the other groups called us ‘The Hards’, which was hilarious because we came from a fairly exclusive north shore private school... hardly the depths of the ghetto. We stayed out all night and went to raves, and a few of us started doing graffiti at the same time. A few friends ended up sticking with it and becoming artists, but that wasn’t on the cards for me – my mum had other ideas.