That dish that feels like a hug from your Mum, and the ones that make you feel like hugging her. Cooking and baking glimpsed from under the table, or from between a mother’s feet. A sneaking hand smacked aside, the long wait to lick the cake bowl clean. The chicken soup cure-alls, familiar fables, stories, memories and tales. Reminiscences, handed down cultures, hand me down recipes, secrets long held onto, skills, techniques and quirks, the squabbles and the makings up. The tastes, smells, memories and sense of home. The feelings we carry with us across time and geography… maternal.