Having a father with an allotment, means that cooking vegetables, as well as growing, storing, and preparing them has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.
There were four of us children and we all had jobs to do when it came to putting food on the table, even from a very young age. We were certainly getting our five a day, long before it was recommended!
I can remember being shown which plants were weeds and which weren't, and the exasperated look from my parents when I got it wrong!
I can also remember picking up the potatoes and putting them in the basket as my Dad went along the row digging up the plants.