My favourite food to eat when I was younger was a Sunday roast cooked by my mom. My dad only inputted into cooking when he did his curries, and he’d make a terrible mess of the kitchen. My parents liked to eat tripe and onions. I couldn’t bring myself to try it as it looked awful and it smelt awful. My mom used to bake old fashioned suet puddings, egg custards and apple pies. We grew up all looking forward to my mom’s puddings after Sunday lunch. Our kitchen was big but basic, my mom would cook on a daily basis, so everything was fresh. My mother used to work on a market stall, and the thing she would sell a lot of was spotty bananas, to our West Indian customers. We were lucky to have so much fresh fruit and veg due to my mum and dad’s market stall business. If we were hungry, my mum would suggest that we have an apple and a lump of cheese. My mum loved fish. She loved making a suet pudding with apples and bilberries in it and we would call it Apple Gob as once you’d eaten it you couldn’t move, and it would turn the custard purple. Steaming puddings would mean that the kitchen was full of steam, but it was just tradition.