Coming through the door, I could smell the aroma of delicious spices bubbling away. My mum Aisha had been making one of her signature dishes – a traditional karahi lamb curry. As she caught sight of the takeaway kebab in my arms, she sighed. ‘Home-cooked food is so much better for you, Ambia,’ she said. She had a point. Mum’s curries were the stuff of legend and I knew she’d have spent hours at the stove. But ready-made food, takeaways and meals out just seemed so much more exciting to me, whether it was going for a pizza with friends or grabbing a sandwich from the shop for lunch. I was in my 20s and enjoying life, and as I still fitted into my
