Tastes like home
"My mother brought up my younger brother and me single-handedly, and we were a close-knit little team. Food was important and we always had a proper breakfast together and a sit-down, home-cooked evening meal – even when Mum got her record deal in the US (she’s a professional fautist). She was focused on where food came from, long before it was fashionable to be. She maintained that she could tell a mile off if someone fed her a battery-reared chicken and she’d refuse to eat it. My brother and I followed suit. We’d regularly have 6kg pots of raw honey, bags of coffee beans and tins of olive oil delivered to the house, which was quite unusual in the 1980s.
PHOTOGRAPH: GEORGIA GLYNN SMITH.