A dish that warmed my heart was my Nanna’s chicken casserole, it wasn’t haute cuisine, and in fact consisted of little more than chicken, tinned chicken soup and tinned mushroom soup, but to me it was amazing.
I think it was perhaps to do with what it meant, rather than what it was. It meant being spoilt, Sun driven adventures with cousins and brothers, days out at special places, hugs and kisses and tea dipped biscuits. It meant everything that home didn’t.
Not that home was horrible, my upbringing was amazing, but it was my holidays and weekends spent with my grandparents that will be my fondest memories, and also the reason that Cat Stevens will forever hold a place in my heart, but that is another story.