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Перевод! both my mum and dad were great cooks when i was growing up. well, my dad was. my mum would try, bless her. as a family, we always used to try new things and experiment with food. i remember being in spain when i was about six, and all the kids wanted burgers and chips, and i remember digging into prawns and garlic. i’ve always loved trying new foods. the only things i really dislike are peas. and my mum still gives them to me! restaurants were always a real treat when i was growing up. my brother and i would share food because we couldn’t really afford to splurge, and so now when i go out to eat i treat it as a luxury and i feel lucky. my favourite food was the sort of thing that i remember having a lot when i was younger – the classics that my dad used to cook: shepherd’s pie, roast dinners and spaghetti bolognese. he used to make a shepherd’s pie to die for, with a tiny layer of cheese and a bit of tomato. when i was growing up, we always used to eat around a table, except for saturday night, which was a tray dinner in front of the tv as a treat. i think that’s why i enjoy food, because meals were, and still are, a family event. we used to go to my nan’s on sunday – she used to make these lovely cherry pies. now on sundays i go to my dad’s house. i think of him sitting at the table on a sunday when i was little, and he would eat half and then leave the rest for later. i think a happy childhood gives you a balanced view of food and of yourself. i eat what i fancy and i feel good about it. i feel lucky that i escaped all the size zero nonsense when i was younger. i’ve had times with the press, especially during the spice girl days, when they’ve called me fat. of course it does hurt, but having a great family and having normal, non-famous people around me keeps me grounded.
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