I am from a very big extended family my mother is one of 12 and father one of 13 (+others). So I have many first cousins, infact we do not bother with the second or third cousin demarcation. Everyone is a cousin, aunty, uncle, sister and brother. Every year a small group of us (20-30) aunties, uncles, cousins would go fruit picking for the day to some Pick Your Own Farm. The tranquillity of the English countryside would be shattered by the noise, chatter, laughter that we would bring. It was a day of eating, running around, playing hide and seek and we always made friends with other kids. I remember the wonderful Indian picnic food think of ‘Bhaji on the Beach’ style it was a communal experience and we always shared the food with the groups who would be sitting near us that we did not know. I learnt that food has the power of bringing people together and its important to share.