Pick ‘n’ mix My mum’s avgolemoni, a chicken rice soup. It’s nostalgic: if I’m eating that, I feel like I’m a little girl and I’m poorly. Since I’ve had kids, I’ve resurrected my love for prawn cocktail crisps.
A bit of parenting I cannot stand is swimming lessons. I hate public changing rooms – ick. But after swimming we have prawn cocktail crisps and it’s pure nostalgia.
in Mayfair: it’s spenny but my family adore Indian food and it feels opulent. And I love ’s food and ambience. We’ve been there on important days in our life and it holds a special place in my heart.
My husband Pete loves Greggs. The best thing I ever bought him was a Greggs gift card for Valentine’s Day. I’d say Wagas – Wagamama.
I enjoy a cheeky pad thai. I’m extreme. I’m a cafetière plunger, going all out with a stovetop moka pot – or I’m having a spoon of Nescafé.
Halloumi and any chilli condiments: chilli sauce, Tajin, chilli crisp...
My wedding. We created the menu, with north Lancashire (where my husband’s from) and Greek-Cypriot elements. Mrs Kirkham’s lancashire cheese made into little tarts with pickled walnuts; kleftico (Greek lamb) with hot pot-style potatoes; and roasted mespila (loquats), one of my favourite Greek fruits, with a Greek-style pannacotta.
The main meal My sister and I would be laying paper tablecloths, filling up salt and pepper pots, wiping cutlery. If it was a special occasion, say New Year’s Eve, the kids were allowed to party.