Chef and food writer
My favourite Irish summer memory would have to be in Lahinch, Co Clare. My dad played there every year in the South of Ireland golf championship.
One evening he came back with a bag of wild mussels, which he taught me how to prepare. They were the sweetest mussels I’ve ever eaten. And the trips my mum would take us on into the farmers’ market in Ennistymon, just a few miles from Lahinch. It was my first taste experience of farmhouse cheeses.
I can still remember the smells. The beginning of my love affair with food.