When I was a kid my Mum used to plonk me on the kitchen floor with a whole lot of pots and pans and kitchen utensils so she could get some baking done or prepare dinner. I was happy, making as much noise as I could, pretending to play the drums or stir up a wicked brew and Mum was happy because she could see exactly what I was up to.
I still love hanging out in the kitchen and showing off, although these days I’m actually a pretty handy cook. At least that’s what my mates tell me when I have them round for one of my famous homemade curries. So I reckon I must’ve learnt something back when I was a kid in the kitchen with Mum.
So thanks Mum, you’ve always been my greatest fan!