TASTES LIKE HOME
“Casting my mind back, I’m 10 years old, in my parents’ garden in Prilep, Macedonia, tending the beautiful fruit and veg I grew up eating. I can hear the chicken scratching and the pig snuffling in our shed, and smell the sweet smoky aroma of roasting peppers as they sizzle until blackened on the stove fuelled with grapevine cuttings.