“My grandmother’s name is Mary Miller. She is 87 and I am the eldest of her 11 grandchildren. As a child in my grandmother’s house I was adored, spoiled rotten and more than anything else, fed. When conversation turns to favourite dinners, last meal or death row requests, mine is always the same: Granny’s Rissoles with onion mash and baked beans. This is a simple, inexpensive, ordinary dinner which always leaves me feeling, nourished, nurtured and loved.”