Antonio Carluccio remembers camping in northern Italy in 1955 This was my first camping trip. I was 18 and a friend of my father's, a man named Salvatore who had seven kids of his own, agreed to take me. We went up on his motorbike, the one in the photo, and spent two nights in the Valle d'Ayas, about 30 miles from my home in Piedmont, north Italy. In the nights we could hear cows around our tent and the days were filled with laughter, guitar playing and cooking. I am cooking in this photo and I would have gone foraging for some of the food, which was always my job as a child. I used to go to the woods with my father, Giovanni, to find mushrooms or I was allowed out to the fields on my own to collect things such as wild rocket, dandelion and wild sorrel, which my mother would serve as a salad with fried sausages. My father was a stationmaster and we lived above a station in Castelnuovo Belbo and then we moved to Borgofranco d'Ivrea. Every day my mother, Maria, would send me down to the platform to see if the last train was on time. If it was, she would throw the pasta into the water so that it was perfectly cooked by the time my father came up - not a minute longer. When you grow up with a sense of precision like this you know that the amount of time you cook pasta is a very important thing. Meal times were where we discussed our problems. For the first 10 years of my life I was the youngest child of five and my siblings (there was a 16-year age gap between me and the eldest) would always tell me to go home whenever I tried to follow them around. But when my younger brother Enrico was born when I was 10 - my parents didn't think somebody would come along after me - I took care of him and played with him and never told him to go home, because I knew how that felt. He died when I was 23. He drowned in a lake. A year after that I moved to Vienna to study languages. I'd always wanted to go abroad, and it seemed like the only way to get away from the misery. In Vienna I got a job selling wine from my region in Italy. I was a wine seller for 15 years, moving to Germany and then to England in 1981, where I started running a restaurant. Ten years later I opened the first Carluccio's food shop, on Neal Street, London, and the brand started there. I was so proud - my name was above the shop and I was finally able to give people what I believed was real Italian food of the finest quality. In 1998 we opened our first caffè, in Market Place in central London, and it grew and grew. I sold my shares in the company in 2005 but I'm still a consultant. Some people try to play around with Italian food, which isn't necessary. My favourite food has always been simple Italian dishes, like porcini risotto or pasta with tomato and basil; things that my mother cooked. Two Greedy Italians - Still Hungry" is on BBC Two on Thursdays. To win a copy of 'Two Greedy Italians Eat Italy" (Quadrille) Answer this question: What year did Carluccio move to England? Send your answers to us on Twitter @TelegraphMag