BIG COOK LITTLE COOK

Standing on a chair, I passed my stepdad Steve*, the flour.

‘Good job,’ he smiled at me.

Steve and my mum Jenny*, had been together for about a year, but with no relationship with my real dad, he’d really stepped up to the plate.

In a busy home with his two children, as well as my three younger siblings and myself, it was hard to get any attention, but Steve was always so caring.

Caribbean, it’s in our nature to cook and although I was only six, Steve always let me help.

It’s where my love of cooking stemmed from.

So, when Steve brought his friend, who was a chef, home one weekend, I was thrilled.

As far as I was aware, David Tiley, now 47, had been close friends with Steve for a few years, but this