Early Days

So how did I come to cooking? Well, as a young boy, I’d never thought of becoming a chef. I’d always wanted either to play for Manchester United (who doesn’t?) or be a policeman. They say that most things start in the home. Well, that’s exactly where it all started for me.

I must have been about fourteen or fifteen at the time. Because my mother and older brother, Christopher, were at work all day, someone had to look after my younger sister, Cheryl, during the school holidays, and it was up to me. And so the cooking started: something simple for lunch, a sandwich perhaps (I was hooked on cheese, tomato and pickle for years!), and something more filling for tea, or vice versa.