When I’m a baby, I thought I’d be a fritter: My mother’s fritters

I’m one of the lucky ones: My mum’s frites, they’re all so well-balanced.But it wasn’t always so.When my mother had her first child, I was in my early teens, and she didn’t want me to sit in the kitchen with her when she was cooking.Instead, she used to cook and clean in her bedroom.So I …