This week consider the notion of cooking. We have all had experiences, some good and most likely some not so good.
My experience with the cooking machine has varied over the years having used gas and electric cookers, fan ovens, microwaves, camping stoves, and on the boat I was Queen of the Two Pan Dinner as although I had a full size cooker, I never used the oven or grill.
At grammar school, rather than encouragement I received ridicule and criticism because I didn’t do things ‘like Teacher’. My efforts in class rarely saw home as if they weren’t pinched on the bus, they were ditched as they were inedible. My rock buns were passable, my cheese and potato pie OK, but my bread was like concrete and my victoria sponge although recognisable and tasted OK, didn’t pass Teacher’s muster as I tested it with a knife.
In my adult life, I remember crying when my roast potatoes didn’t go crispy like Mum’s and the first meal I cooked for visitors was a quiche (cheated with bought pastry) and salad with arctic roll and fresh strawberries for dessert.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t helped out in the kitchen at home, but I hadn’t yet developed my own knack and so my learning curve probably took a little longer than most.
A bank customer who became a personal friend gave me some excellent pointers and after a couple of years, I was soon on my way.
There’s no way I would ever be called adventurous but I’ve had my moments and apart from putting Hubby in hospital a few months after we were married, I haven’t poisoned anyone. I should point out here that it was nothing to do with mushrooms, bad fish, or iffy chicken, rather that his digestive system couldn’t handle a healthy diet with plenty of veg having lived on his own and used to takeaways, burgers, and chips.
Sure I like to experiment, especially when it’s not a special occasion and I can take my time, dumping failed results or salvaging burnt dessert offerings with lashings of custard.
I experimented yesterday and put a post out, which seems to have been well received and I have since learnt that I made a frittata!
Now had I known Michael was going to give us cooking as our theme today, I would have held off a day!
Cooking is not just a case of ingredients and cooking though, you have to take into account quantities too.
When Hubby and I first got together, I had been used to cooking meals for a family of 4 to 7 (plus two dogs who were partial to their own portion of a Sunday roast), so suddenly just two adults, one with a much smaller appetite and one dog, was quite a challenge. I think I got it right after about two years!
I love to cook, and so does Hubby. His liver, bacon, onions, cabbage and mash is the best, and he is definitely King of the camping stove as he can cook a full English breakfast, and cups of tea, all hot, using just one burner, a couple of billy cans and a kettle.