My attachment to food and cooking is an emotional one. I remember being bored during the summer holidays and my nan said: “Why don’t you make a cake?” I was about 14 and that really lit the touchpaper. What I’ve always liked about cakes is that you rarely make a cake for yourself. You make it to share with someone.
We went on holiday to Spain when I was a child and had a rotisserie chicken that we ate in the garden of where we were staying. It was salty and oily and it had a herby thing going on with it. I’ve never quite been able to recreate it.
