memory lane

It's too Hot

hot-soup.jpgNow I am a great fan of Indian cuisine. But it wasn’t love at first glance. My first acquaintance with it took place when I was ten and I was far from liking it.

At the time we were staying at a hotel called ‘Rajdoot’ in Delhi. My four-year-old sister and I adored the hotel: there was a swimming-pool in front of it and it was fun going down to the restaurant for our meals three times a day.

The Postbag

letters.jpegWhen I was ten years old, my father was sent on a long-term business trip to India. My mother, my 4-year-old sister and I were to accompany him.

In Delhi we checked into a luxurious hotel paid for by the employer. Everything was provided for us as we had no rupees of our own. After staying there for a few days we were to continue our journey. Our destination was Ranchi, a city in the northeast of India.

About Fogs and Frogs

frog.gifIn my childhood my father worked as an interpreter. It was his job to meet English-speaking foreigners and accompany them about the city.

When I was a girl of about seven or eight, Dad once asked Mum and me to the circus where he was to take a young Englishman from Nottingham called Marc. By that time I’d only started to learn English at school.

How I Learned to Cook

cooking.jpgNow I can cook nearly anything if it’s not too complicated, of course. But it hasn’t always been like that…

When I started living on my own at the age of seventeen, I could bake cakes, mash potatoes and fry eggs. It was on that meagre diet plus chocolate that I lived quite happily for a couple of years.

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