Potato fritters were a staple of my diet for my entire life in Enderby. Only 25p, waking up at friends' houses hungover, we would scrape together the coins we needed to buy a handful. As a teenager, I worked at the chip shop for three years and still ate at least one a week. When I buy chips anywhere that isn't my village, I become an insufferable brat: there are no fritters! It's too expensive! The curry sauce is too watery! But fritters in the park six years after I moved out of my village, it feels exactly the same as it did back then. It's perfect. It's still my favourite meal, and I can't believe I took it for granted.