For our packed lunches at primary school in Bromley, Mum would give just half a packet of crisps to me and half to my brother. So one of us would get theirs in the actual packet and the other in an improvised plastic bag. Half a packet was uncool at school; half a plastic bag doubly uncool. We fought over getting the packet and I usually won, because I was a bit of a bully. I'm quite bossy in fact.My brother and I had to help out in the kitchen - peeling vegetables, washing up - and were begrudging early on. Mum and Dad grew vegetables and every day it would be beans for dinner and we'd have to go and pick them, and weed and stuff. If you wanted your pocket money you did your chores.My mum adapted more to my dad's Malaysian tastes than he did to her Austrian tastes. She'd make shredded chicken porridge for instance - that was my least favourite. During the week we'd have rendang curries, stir fries, Chinese dishes, the odd spaghetti bolognese and schnitzel, and then, on Sunday, a roast.I remember a trip to Malaysia to visit my dad's family when I was eight. It was Christmas and they roasted a whole suckling pig on the fire and it made me nauseous.
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