In my 20s, I travelled and occasionally worked across the Mediterranean in an attempt to escape my home in the UK. Before I realised it, 10 years had passed.
I spent most of my time in Greece. Here, the intensity of flavour in the most basic of ingredients and the simplicity and honesty of the food captured me. It was the everyday food that really appealed: sharing meals in the family homes of friends, spending endless weeks on island beaches lost in the middle of nowhere and surviving on whatever fresh produce was available.
The local vegetable markets across Greece and Italy were places of wonder and inspiration - where a zucchini tasted more of zucchini than you ever thought possible and piles of seasonal vegetables demanded to be eaten. This meant finding inspiration from the produce available that day, and accessing the local knowledge of cooking with only a few ingredients.
The painful necessity of actually having to grow up and find a real job led me to kitchens in London. It was never a career ambition, I just loved cooking. I fell in with a bunch of Italian chefs and another journey started.
