Sitting at the dinner table with my brother, Gary, then five, I decided to play our usual game.
‘The fairies said I can have an extra chicken nugget,’ I whispered.
Grinning, he grabbed a nugget from his plate and put it on mine.
I was eight, and while my parents Helen and Steven fed us well, I was never satisfied.
When I hit my teens, my love for food didn’t stop.
Getting a part-time job in a local store, I’d splurge my wages on potato
