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When I was young I would spend most Sundays with my Grandmother baking - cakes, slices and other assorted goodies. Her house felt safe, a haven from a world I didn’t quite fit into. She was Irish Catholic and a consummate story teller. I would sit there for hours, bake with her and listen while she regaled me with amazing tales from her past, from other people, and places she had been.  


It wasn’t until I was much older that I realised this was where my love of stories, eating, ‘making’, and people (generally everyone) came from. So I guess I owe my career to hanging out with my grandmother. I am totally unfashionable. 


Enjoy the site - this is David White Makes. 

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