I love to cook. It’s not my profession and to be honest, I’m not sure I ever want it to be. I find it the perfect antidote to a rough day and if the rough day was down to cooking, then what?
I’m loving the recent surge in home-grown and farmers markets (although I do wonder how many stalls un-bag supermarket veg to neatly arrange them in a barrow at 3 quid a kilo). We seem to be taking a little more interest in what we eat and where it comes from these days and that’s a good thing.
Like you I have my favourites and tried and trusted faithfuls, but will give anything a bash. I’m the idiot buying the weird stuff on trial in the supermarket and then trying to figure out what to do with it.
Oh and if I had it my way, every day would be a barbecue day.
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