Food really is my happy place. Ask anyone I know, they’ll say a) I’m always hungry, and b) I’m very disappointed if food is not good. Because I feel like life is too short. And I don’t mean it always needs to be super bougie; it’s not even about that. But if it’s exactly what you want at the right time, there’s nothing better.
At home, growing up, it was me and my mum. She was veggie for most of my life and that meant so was I for the first 12 years, I think. There was a lot of pasta: that’s my mum’s one dish. I don’t feel I’m offending her by saying that. She was a single mum, she worked hard. Cooking didn’t bring her joy. Whereas I love cooking; it genuinely brings me so much joy.
