My first lessons in cooking were imparted by my mother,
within the four walls of the kitchen. Those were days when I was grappling with
the challenges of learning diphthongs, cases, datives and ablatives in the
Queen’s language. Mother was not the silent kind and the moment I would enter
the kitchen, she would start her conversation as if she was waiting for someone
to trumpet her thoughts. She would do this while hacking away vegetables...