My mother, despite being an absolute angel, was not a great fan of fine cuisine, so I was raised on a rather boring, processed diet. From this my love of <>real<> food was born, as rebellion!

But it can happen the other way too. A woman I shared a house with during my degree, Carol, was a real ‘foodie’ and had a particular passion for Spanish food. I basically feasted on restaurant quality food for 12 months and learnt a lot, especially about the use of chili. Her son (20 y.o.) had been brought up on this diet and wanted nothing more than beans on toast!

Children eh? What a paradox!