I have fond memories from growing up in Switzerland and drinking a glass of warm milk with a spoonful of honey before bed.
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I'm from Switzerland, so I grew up with great chocolate.
I only really woke up in India. It was my first experience of plenty, strangely enough, because everything in England was rationed. I loved sweets, but you couldn't get them; then there was this marvelous mitthai - I went crazy.
I grew up in Zurich until I was 12, and I've always come to Vorderer Sternen for a sausage, a hunk of bread, and some mustard.
I remember the fact that milk was delivered every day by a milkman. In summer, my mother would make what now seem in my middle-aged imagination the most delicious iced milkshakes.
My earliest memory was going to my grandma's house, milking the cows, and collecting the eggs from the chickens.
The seasons had always been a part of the way I cooked and ate in Switzerland, and they again became what guided me in New York.
Growing up in Ireland, when my family received important news, good or bad, we would boil water and make tea. It was the first thing I did when my father died in 1984. This ritual allowed me a moment to take in the enormity of what had happened.
I was lucky to live 10 years in France, so I learned how to eat and drink there.
In France, I learned about wine and cheese.
I have the best memories as a kid eating ice cream. It was a family tradition that I had with my father. It was nice.