When dishes are flexible and the kids are involved, mealtimes need never be a battleground. These fragrant chicken wraps are a perfect example, and
he table is the home. It sounds trite, but it really is for us. My kitchen table is where my kids do spelling tests and colouring in while I’m cooking. I want them close to me when they’re home. And I want them to leave home having spent more time in the kitchen with me than on the sofa watching TV. I also want them to know how to cook. So we’re always in the kitchen together. It’s a colourful space, with the girls’ artwork on a cord hung
Tbetween two cupboards. And we’ve usually got music on – on Sundays we do Cerys on Radio 6, and the rest of the time it’s Spotify. They have their say, their own playlists. Dorothy, who is four, usually goes for Frozen, while Ivy, seven, and Grace, who just turned 10, are a bit more discerning.
I think food should never be a battleground and the best way to avoid conflict, I find, is to make cooking exciting. I want my kids to feel engaged, to know their way around the spice rack and decide what they want to put in a hot chocolate. They know there’s a world of ingredients out there; I want them to learn about other countries through what they eat. Which isn’t to say that we buy expensive stuff. Sometimes I can cook dinner for the five of us for a couple of quid. But it’s still exciting. And that’s the way it should be – food should be egalitarian.
On a practical level, I like dishes that are flexible, and allow for a certain