Words - Dave Charles
Food is one of the pleasures of life that often evokes memories of people and places, some of them distant and some long gone. My grandmother is close to me again when I make her Cornish Pasty recipe and my beloved uncle Dennis, who left us far too soon, always takes my hand when I carve a roast. He did that so well. My mother’s apple pie is rivalled only by her rice pudding on my list of favourite comfort food – it’s pure love in a bowl.