#25: Bitterness As Such

On resentment, tradwives and loving the kitchen.

I inherited my love of food from my parents, but the cooking side of things I attribute to my mum, Rebecca. She’s the best cook I know, having learnt her way around the kitchen after leaving her high-powered airline job the year I was born. My sister and I grew up spoilt rotten on artfully steamed chicken and perfectly pink steaks; addictive pastas and …