Once upon a time, I had a stroppy teenage daughter who refused to learn how to cook.
‘But it’s important you know how to make a few, simple dishes,’ I said. 'How else will you feed yourself when you leave home?’
She just tutted and shrugged. ‘I’m going to be a famous TV presenter. I’ll be eating out in restaurants most of the time.’
And I tutted and shrugged back. ‘Well don’t expect me to send you food parcels!’