When I was about 5 years old I began to be aware of a special family treat. On Friday evenings my favourite uncle, Albert, would turn up on his way home from work. He was single and living in Essex. Our house was in Bermondsey and in a street market area, rather like the one in East Enders. There was even a pub across the road called the Queen Victoria. Albert would come in bringing some delicious food. One of the shops in the market was a German pork butcher. Albert was a fan, so on those evenings he would treat us all – my grandmother, my mother and father, and me – to tasty saveloys and other German sausages before he set off home. This was my introduction to ‘gourmet’ food. Continue reading Who’s Cooking Tonight? →