I was lucky enough to grow up in a household where eating was a joy not a chore! And we all loved to eat. Everything was made from 'scratch'. Everything was made with love. And it was a passion I happily adopted.

I remember when I started school, most of the stories I wrote or pictures I drew had a reference to food. My teachers would comment about it to my parents. There was a story about a truck breaking down, it was actually a story about the 'bread' truck that broke down during a delivery!

I spent my childhood lurking around the stove, waiting stealthily for Mum to leave the room so I could taste whatever delicious concoction was bubbling away... Many a burnt tongue, I never regretted it though.

I also used to pretend I had a cooking show, I would waffle on to noone as I was making cookies or slices, smiling happily at the non existent.

Now I am proud to say that my dream as a little girl has finally realised itself through Clyde, and when a little girl's dream comes true...life is complete!