I love to cook. More to the point, I love to eat (and let’s face it, cooking often leads to eating). I love the careful preparation that goes into cooking, the ceremony of sitting down to a nice meal, the smells and sights and most of all, the fact that meal-times usually involve people you care about.
Some days (and there is no pattern here), I’m an AWESOME cook. My meals look, smell and taste incredible and I’m smug! BUT more often that not, I serve up meals that are (as my husband once pointed out…and only once), ‘pedestrian’. Which is gracious-speak for ‘only just edible’.
I’m not sure why I’m so hit & miss, though one thing I have nailed down is that I’m NOT good at sweets – of any kind. I think it’s because I have some kind of aversion to measuring. And as you know, most baking requires precision – where as I have very little patience and like to throw stuff in willy nilly… (Which I guess explains my hit-and-miss meal results)!
I also love going to cooking master classes. Again, mainly because at the end of them, you get to eat – usually a variety of taste sensations prepared by some fabulous chef. And you have the added bonus of being able to learn, and hopefully re-create these extravaganzas at home.
Just over a year ago, my husband forked out quite a lot of money as a birthday gift for me, to do a Greek cooking course with a high-profile chef. It was for 2 hours, for 4 consecutive weeks and I was excited! Off I went, salivating over the list of dishes we’d be whipping up.