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As a growing boy, I don't think anyone would have called me health conscious. I was typical of my peer group — the odd fizzy drink and trips to meet friends at the local fast food restaurant. However, I was lucky to have a mother who made sure I ate well. She enjoyed cooking and all our meals were varied and delicious!

At the age of eighteen, I moved to a university far from home and suddenly had to look after myself. I really missed my mum's home−cooked meals. She had sent me away armed with recipes, but I never wanted to cook when I got back to the flat after a hard day of lectures. For this reason, it wasn't long before my friends and I discovered our local hamburger bar, just two roads from our home. It was so easy to get our dinner there and, compared to our few attempts in the kitchen, the food tasted great. Stopping by on the way back from classes became a regular habit.