The opera singer on Plácido Domingo’s cookbooks and what to eat to survive Wagner
What had a huge bearing on me – a sheep farmer’s son from Gwynedd – believing that I could sing Wagner on the stages of the world is my first language, Welsh, with its circumflex vowel sounds and rough, rugged, throaty consonants. If I was speaking towards you now, especially when eating and drinking, I’d be spitting in your face. We Welsh-speakers can sound like alley cats having a good tangle over a piece of fish.
My mother lost her mother quite early and she and her sister were put into a home because her father moved on with another partner. So that’s what coloured my mother’s culinary abilities – she learned a lot.
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