Cooking is one of my mad passions (incase you had not already guessed!)..but it also drives me to the ends of frustration.
I think it may be a common problem – the misconception of thinking we were born to be able to cook, we forget it’s a skill…but it drives me mad anyway….
Cooking is sadly not a lego kit..you cannot just take out the instructions…stick the required bits together and it turns out perfect…food is just not like that…which I guess is what makes it so rewarding when you turn something out good, possibly amazing 🙂
So tonight, I am going back to basics, I am going to construct and taste, squeeze and smell, stir and watch…..I am going to don my apron and learn…there is always soooo much to learn in life…and when I have finished tinkering (the antedote to frustration)..and learnt somthing more…I will sit back in wonder at how everything works together..and hopefully tastes delicious…and gobble it all up. If it doesn’t turn out as planned, I will sigh, pour myself a glass of wine and know I have taken a step further along the long long path of learning to cook…..because like life, cooking is endlessly frustating, full of love….and hopefully a joyous…if not go to bed happy anyway, we survived another day 🙂
keep on trying in love, life and the kitchen…
love and hugs
Sometimes when you cook you, stray away from your own intuition and decide to run with all the recipes you ever read, my advice is DON’T…..
You know You. You know what you like ……don’t let anyone tell you any different…
It took a very garlicky houmous to figure this out. I like garlic, I personally don’t find it offensive if you smell of garlic…heavens garlic is sooo good for you. But it wasn’t the main flavour I wanted in my houmous…..The recipes, yes all 21 I looked at, had at least a clove of garlic in them. I didn’t think I knew better. I thought they must know something I didn’t, hell recipes are written by professional cooks and chefs (aren’t they??)….I am but a girl who loves to cook and eat…
It went a clove too far….
Houmous, a fab thing to make. It’s cheap, (much cheaper than the little pots we but in the supermarket). It’s healthy, one of your five a day, it’s quick, it’s tasty. It was ticking all my “things worth making myself” boxes. And it still is worth making….
So ….the secret ingredient…..the secret ingredient is You….
We live in an age where we no longer think we know best…We are told Government knows best, teacher’s know best….Mum’s know best (shocker..we don’t always, we muddle through like the rest of the world). Everyone know’s best…..you know what….I trust you, I’m gonna start trusting me….I am bringing back the secret ingredient…instinct…I won’t follow blindly anymore….however I will smell of garlic for days to come…you’ve been warned 🙂
Recipe to follow…..trust yourself on the garlic….
love and smelly hugs…
So here we are mothercookers. Monday,and what to make??
I always have great plans on how I’m going to cook and freeze meals at the weekend or plan a delicious menu to get us through the whole week…..but no, here we are again….nothing planned, nothing made.
Why is it such a struggle? You would think, for a girl surrounded by cookbooks and food magazines that it wouldn’t be a problem…but it is.
Once I’ve accommodated everyone’s likes and dislikes (a stupid thing to do, I don’t want fussy eaters), factored in my budget, worked out what time everyone is home from school, work, football etc etc…..established who will actually be here. (no one ever thinks of the meal planning when changing plans at the last-minute lol.) I’m no closer to deciding. I drool over fantastically styled food pages, and dream of living near a good fishmonger, but lets face it, I’m usually in a rush, my dinners taste good, but aren’t always much to look at, and I have to be in the mood to eat fish!
If you have ever watched Shirley Valentine you can kind of see her same day, same meal mentality. But that would be too boring for me.
I love to cook, I love to eat even more…but the planning…oh the planning is not an area where I excel…..
So the coffee pot is on, pen and paper at the ready…..lets see what tempts me, what looks good, is cheapish, and healthy..ish…….ideas and inspiration always welcome 🙂
I’m not going to lie, I’m not that good a making cakes….I don’t even eat that much cake, but there is just something soooo homely about the smell of baking. Sugary, buttery goodness that welcomes you as you come through the door.
Cake makes you feel loved, cake makes you happy, cake is good…..but it has to be homemade.
We stuff ourselves with so many preservatives and chemicals that we have no idea about, no clue on how they affect our bodies (or souls). We rant and rave about butter and sugar….but in a home made cake you can see actually what and how much of it has gone into the mix…and its a lot less than shop bought stuff. And its filling, its not just puff and air…..it has proper eggs in it…..possibly real lemon or carrots….(I don’t care what they say..that must count towards your five a day lol).
If it comes with a cup of tea and the promise of friendship…(baking cakes will guarantee family and friends will call..) then all the better…
So get out a mixing bowl and turn on the oven…..tie on an apron and dust the kitchen with flour, if it turns out well you will become and instant domestic Goddess (or God)…..if it’s a bit of a flop hide it under custard and call it pudding….either way its nearly the weekend…lets make cake 🙂
lots of love & cake crumbs
Well hello, here we are….another food blog!!!
Why read mine? I’m hoping for more of an interaction than me just wittering….
I just need a place to keep my recipes….instead of scraps of grease stained paper which I always end up misplacing…and one day it is my dream to help inspire folk to cook.
We need it, we need to be nourished, to be given the confidence to give cooking a try….to share ideas that actually work. (Don’t you hate recipes that don’t work…yet you blame your cooking skills..pfftt.)
So here we are….finding my feet in the cooking world…..nice to have you here…..lets cook, laugh and eat together.
love, hugs and greedy slurps…