I have a very large kitchen-related to-do list.
This is not boasting. It's huge. Gigantic. And getting bigger by the weekend. I also have an extremely large cookbook collection (mostly care of my amazing chef of a mother), most of which has never been cooked out of, which is very sad indeed. In my opinion, a cookbook hasn't truly lived until it's been splattered in heated oil, batter goodness and melted butter (and possibly a good vino)! How unfulfilled they must feel up there on my shelf, gathering dust...
I guess cooking is well and truly in my blood. There's not a single memory from my childhood that doesn't include my mother's wonderful cooking and her dinner parties. From the time I was old enough to reach up to the table, I was excited to set out four-courses' worth of polished cutlery, crockery and wine glasses. I learnt at my mother's apron strings how to boil an egg, roast a chicken, toss a salad and, finally, time a full dinner party worth of dishes. But there are so many gaps in my repertoire and things I haven't tackled, and I am very much stuck in my cooking comfort zone. It's only in the last few years that I have discovered that delicious combination of sweet, savoury and saffron that is Moroccan tangine! I made my first pastry only a couple of months ago, can you believe it? But as I grow up, I guess my eating and cooking tastes have grown up too. If only I could expand them even more.
I love to cook, and I love to have my friends sitting around my table, eating and laughing and enjoying my food (and wine). But I feel my cooking is simply not adventurous enough. More than anything, I want to be utterly fearless in the kitchen. This is my attempt to motivate myself to plow through the ever-expanding list of kitchen projects filling my shelves, notebooks and fridge-door. So, get your mixers ready - here we go!