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Both my mum and dad were great cooks when I was growing up. Well, my dad
was. My mum would try, bless her. As a family, we always used to try new things
and experiment with food. I remember being in Spain when I was about six, and
all the kids wanted burgers and chips, and I remember digging into prawns and
garlic. I’ve always loved trying new foods. The only things I really dislike are
peas. And my mum still gives them to me!
Restaurants were always a real treat when I was growing up. My brother and I
would share food because we couldn’t really afford to splurge, and so now when
I go out to eat I treat it as a luxury and I feel lucky. My favourite food was the sort
of thing that I remember having a lot when I was younger – the classics that my
dad used to cook: shepherd’s pie, roast dinners and spaghetti bolognese. He used
to make a shepherd’s pie to die for, with a tiny layer of cheese and a bit of tomato.
When I was growing up, we always used to eat around a table, except for
Saturday night, which was a tray dinner in front of the TV as a treat. I think that’s
why I enjoy food, because meals were, and still are, a family event. We used to
go to my nan’s on Sunday – she used to make these lovely cherry
pies. Now on Sundays I go to my dad’s house. I think of him
sitting at the table on a Sunday when I was little, and he
would eat half and then leave the rest for later.
I think a happy childhood gives you a balanced view
of food and of yourself. I eat what I fancy and I feel
good about it. I feel lucky that I escaped all the size zero
nonsense when I was younger. I’ve had times with the
press, especially during the Spice Girl days, when they’ve
called me fat. Of course it does hurt, but having a great
family and having normal, non-famous people around me
keeps me grounded.