Abigail Donnelly
When I was growing up in Zimbabwe I wanted to be an air-hostess. It was the eighties, and it seemed so glamorous.
My gran was English and an amazing classical cook. She would cook offal, rich rice puddings, bread-and-butter puddings, and dripping on toast. I spent a lot of time with my grandparents in the school holidays. I still remember shelling peas with her by the pool.
The first And when my younger brother had sleepovers, I would set the breakfast table before I went to bed. I think I’ve always loved beautiful things.
