“Food” has become my favourite four letter f-word, but it wasn’t always like that. Up until five years ago, I was utterly useless. I was the Cher Horowitz of cooking. Clueless.
When I met my boyfriend more than a decade ago, I decided to “wow” him and make a roast leg of lamb. I had never done this before, I’d never even cooked rice but I thought “how hard can it be?” Well… Back then he had a convection microwave oven in his apartment so off we went, got a juicy leg of lamb and I set about creating this meal. What I didn’t realize is that I’d set the microwave on convection mode as well as microwave mode, on high too! When we took the meat out, it was literally like a piece of coal! It was breaking apart but not in the so-tender-it’s-falling-off-the-bone kind of way. No. I definitely “wowed” him, but not in the way I’d anticipated! Ever since then, I decided that cooking was difficult and a mission and not for me. I closed myself off to the idea and that was that. Never again. Much later I ended up eating my words. And they were delicious.
Five years ago I needed a challenge. I needed to be able to do something that would hold my interest and be rewarding. The Husband is a very good cook, seldom uses recipes and yet comes up with the most mouth-watering meals. He always made it look so easy. I wanted to be like that too but I had a mental block against cooking. Nevertheless, I thought “what is the most challenging thing I can do?”. Cooking. Everyone laughed, and rightfully so. The roast leg of lamb was mentioned numerous times, and still is!
I started off with things like roast veggies, then I graduated to cottage pie, curries and stews and roasts. I quickly realized that as long as I followed the recipe instructions, I was fine. I followed every single recipe to the T until I gradually started getting a feel for it and coming up with my own ideas. I Googled everything. Everything! I taught myself to cook over the internet. I didn’t realize how rewarding it would be and I quickly turned into a feeder, much to The Husband’s delight. I started having dinner parties and people actually complemented me on my food. Every time this happened I nearly fell over. I couldn’t believe it! Cooking has become my joy over the past five years. My kitchen is my happy place. I love cooking complicated meals and I’m always pushing my boundaries but I wanted to share some of my recipes, easy yet very tasty recipes, because I know most people don’t have hours upon hours to spend in the kitchen every day. It doesn’t have to take half a day to be delicious. Some of my favourite recipes take less than an hour, some even half an hour (chilli con carne, anyone?).
I come from a family who lives for the written word. My Dad is a muso and lyricist. My sister writes poetry. I don’t have their talent but I do love writing, and I love cooking, so I decided to combine the two, hence this blog.
I want to share my recipes with you and my hope is to learn new things and continue pushing my boundaries. I’m no longer the Cher Horowitz of cooking, nor do I literally get egg on my face anymore, and I consider myself a pretty good cook but I’m always striving to improve and expand my knowledge. I want to share delicious recipes and learn new ones. Exchange ideas and different techniques. However, I don’t have great expectations. All I want to do is share recipes and tips, and hopefully people will enjoy the food. That’s my greatest hope.
I started this blog a few years ago and now I’m ressurecting it. Cooking is my passion, so please, eat my words.