The model on childhood food memories and the perils of raw parsley
When I was three years old I turned blue and almost died twice choking on boiled sweets I'd stolen from the top of the fridge. The first time I had the Heimlich manoeuvre from a next-door neighbour; the second from my gran.
The only vegetable I liked when I was little was broccoli, which I called trees. I'd say, "I'll only eat the trees."
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