What is your earliest breakfast memory? Mine goes back to my childhood in Hong Kong when I stayed for the weekend at my grandmother’s home and shared her breakfast. She was born in Japan, hence, she served me pickled daikon, soft-boiled egg, toast, fruit and then a cup of tea with a generous amount of condensed milk. I always looked forward to those weekends. That hot cup of, beyond sweet, creamy flavourful tea still fortifies my soul when I think of it. And I still use her technique to make the perfect soft-boiled egg. I suppose I looked forward to those weekends because it was just the two of us. She really made me feel special.