Not that I ate badly as a child, since both my parents cooked well, but only straight English. How happy I would have been to start in on curries earlier!
And the first thing I want when I get back to Blighty is good ol' fish and chips made in friers built in Huddersfield - and the chips have to be big, and cooked hot enough that they're not greasy. Cod or Haddock.
Which reminds me of a short poem:
There once was a man from 'Uddersfield who 'ad some cows as wouldn't yield the reason why they didn't yield - they didn't like they're udders feeled You can't be me, I'm taken
