Kitchen lessons from my exes

When I’m cooking, I think it was all worth it

It was on one of the nights of the London riots when I learnt how to make an omelette. It was August 2011, I was twenty-three years old and working at a startup. As the riots kicked off, our boss stood up in the middle of the office and told us that we could go home early if we were worried about travelling home later. No-one left early. 

When it was tim…