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Can I
just say here, I love food, I'm obsessed by food, my whole world growing
up was focussed around food, when food was ready, what we were having
for the next meal, how long it would take, where and when to get the ingredients
etc etc and here's a little family secret that is no longer a secret but
I come from such a food obsessed family that my artist parents, whilst
travelling the world drawing things in their little black book that all
artists keep, also kept "food diaries" this would consist of
a description in great detail of the meal they had just enjoyed and would
be followed by a beautiful illustration to show you what it looked like
too.
My mother
has well over 100 cookery books, some in french so I have to translate
them, some in Swedish so I have to guess the measurements and plenty in
good old English but more importantly with lovely pictures that I poured
over my entire childhood. My mother was, as a result, a very creative
improvising cook, she made stuff up all the time, sometimes it tasted
odd, sometimes it was over done or under done but more often than not
it was amazing, brilliant and very underappareciated, even in our food-crazy
household. I now know how she felt. My father is a great appreciator of
food, especially when things go well and even a brilliant cook in himself,
he likes rich and unusual food regularly travelling to France to top up
supplies along with his amazing knowledge of wines (and those supplies
too).
Many of
my brothers and sisters have taken up the baton since, my eldest sister
is a fantastic natural cook, so are her children, my middle brother apparently
does the best asian cooking, my other sister is great with bread and cakes,
just like my brother in law, her son is also a keen chef, my younger brother
has every implement that ever existed for a kitchen probably as well as
some that should never have existed, my own daughter enters every cookery
competition she can get her hands on and does appear to have a natural
ability (really annoying as I had to work like mad to get to even a basic
level) and I, like my mother, have a good healthy obsession with cook
books, but here's the thing, and it took me about 10 years to figure out,
they're not just pretty pictures, you can actually cook with them.
I didn't
actually learn to cook though until I had my first daughter, being one
of the youngest in my family I had just sat back and enjoyed the fruits
of everybody elses labours, I had helped my mother in the kitchen like
we all do, but somehow, unbelievably none of it had stuck, I remember
the first time I lived on my own, I put a whole tin of baked beans unopened
in a saucepan filled with water and set that to cook, I'm sure I'd seen
it done that way somewhere, possibly in a film, anyway it dried out and
the tin exploded, much like what happens to your stomach when you eat
the aforementioned.
So, having
had my first child and not wanting to feed it M&S's best, which is
what I lived on back then, I invested in Annabelle Carmel's baby's meal
planner book and it was great, most of the recipes involved just throwing
loads of chopped up things into one pot and voila you had babyfood that
was good enough to eat and it went from there, suddenly my cook books
seemed so much more interesting and I got to spending a week cooking from
one, then a week cooking from another, picking up hints and tips from
these and from all the masterchef programmes on television, why doesn't
anybody write a cook's manual - just a simple book, not with recipies,
but with all those millions of cookery tips that transform our cooking,
there's just so many that would make all our lives in our kitchens so
much easier and more amenable.
These
days, with too little time, too many children, where meal times blurr
into the next mealtime, and basically because I'm lazy, I like easy, quick,
throw it all in, recipes, if too many bowls are required, too much separation
of ingredients etc, then it probably won't happen unless I end up cooking
for the Queen, so bare with me, my recipes are for the crap cook, the
one who is lazy, hasn't got much time, doesn't have every ingredient known
to mankind in their cupboard and who isn't going to nit-pick the fact
that I haven't mixed my eggs and sugar together first before adding the
flour, sorry, but if you can mix it all together in one go and it still
tastes ok, then I'm alright with that. I'm not seeking perfection, just
stuff that works, simply!
So this
is where I'm at, I love cooking, (though note to husband, I dream of the
day that someone cooks for me) and I love food, afterall, food is our
life-force, we spend a disproportionate amount of time eating to ignore
it's importance, "live to eat" as the French would say, "food
is love" as the Italians might add, and when nobody wants a hug or
is too embarrassed to ask, I say ....."there's always food"
:-) xoxoxo
I am a cook book dipper
or cook book flavour scraper or cook book flasher slasher...hmm I'll stop
there, i.e. I have dozens if not hundreds of cook books which I actually
use to cook, not always, but at least once a week if not twice, the rest
of the time I imagine I'm in my own restaurant and I imagine what I'd
really really fancy eating, I see the food clearly in my head and then
I try to emulate it, sadly my vision and my talent don't quite match and
'disappointing results' is my middle name. But in this way I have found
very quickly which books work for the masses, if you get a recipe successfully
past me, that's a 'classic' in my book, like the theory that if you can
drive a 2CV you can drive any car, I'm the 2CV of the cookery world, though
a 2CV with a rocket launcher shoved up it's.....you know what I mean.
Anyway, these cookery
books, I 'refer to' but only on a surface layer, i.e. years of kids and
deadlines and a husband that doesn't have any taste buds left mean I look
at a recipe 'in a hurry', I change a few ingredients to match my taste
and because 'I'm in a hurry', I only work vaguely with measurements as
'I'm in a hurry'...and I still expect the results to be amazing.
A good cookbook in
my opinion, should be a guide, not a law and if it doesn't work within
my 'need for speed' guidelines, vagueness and inability to see all the
text in a hurry, it is doomed to my cookery book dusty shelf forever,
I mean what's the use of a recipe that can't be done in half an hour for
a rageingly hungry family of 5....And I absolutely hate recipes that at
the bottom (or more usually half-way through so you've already wasted
half an hour preparing all the veg that will now go off) that say you
need to marinate it overnight, leave it in the fridge overnight or soak
overnight bla bla bla....recipes should be so tasty you can eat them straight
away otherwise they should be in a dictionary, if you have to wait too
long you'll probably fancy something else anyway...having said that, I
do do marinating, leaving and soaking BUT only if they make it VERY clear
at the top of the recipe, and I'm feeling like a hippy...actually I think
any recipe that involves after prep waiting time before you can eat it
(other than the cooking itself of course), should hereafter be clearly
stated alongside the Recipe NAME or I might start abandoning cook books
that don't do this, we are a fast-paced, kick-ass, society and we demand
speed, flavour and easy-peasiness, that would be the royal WE then h..hmmm.
I just want to recommend
my guide to the tried and tested best cookery books, there aren't that
many sadly that work again and again so here are my hands down, super-duper
winners, The Conran Book, absolutely fail-safe, Delia's Complete Illustrated
Cookery Course (the famous black one) - I don't need to say anything,
you already know it, Bill Grangers' Simply Bill (simple yes and delicious)
and Off the Shelf by Donna Hay (easy-peasy recipes for all using basic
ingredients), these all work again and again and again and since I have
probably more than 100 cookery books old and new and take each one in
turn to cook a week's worth of food from and only return to the ones that
work consistently, I have to advocate these purchases and feel I have
good grounds to do so.
I find Jamie Oliver
abit hit and miss, one or two great recipes but not a whole book of them,
some of his earlier recipes my husband found abit bland, he likes more
spice (see above for why), Nigella's stuff is ok but again can be abit
bland but she does look huggable (that's a woman's point of view btw)
but if I ever met her and she did that thing she does to the camera to
every passer by, or me even, she'd be off my imaginary christmas card
list.
The Great British Menu
from the TV show cook books produce one or two good results though can
be abit tricky to master and I think we've already established that I'm
no master, and Rick Stein is ok but uses alot of ingredients that you
have to buy specially, infact that's one really annoying thing, along
with a whole host of celebrity cook books, they all ask for alot of ingredients
that you don't usually have or can get easily so you end up having to
replace half the ingredients for strange but similar ingredients that
are covered in dust at the back of your cupboard and then wonder why the
dish is "interesting" but sadly nothing special...or more often
you go out and buy these ingredients and then they go off as you never
use them again, unless you fancy cooking the same recipe for 7 days in
a row...then you're probably the sort of person who buys 7 pairs of the
same T-shirt, 7 pairs of the same trousers and socks, pants etc and that's
your wardrobe...and your life.
I have no problem with
this type of person, the only thing is...if you're trying to look the
same every day, you won't...because you'll get older...and they don't
do 7 of the same head anywhere I've been.
Talking about food
I definitely feel there are two kinds of people in this world, those that
'Live to Eat' and those that 'Eat to Live'.
If you happen to be
a 'Live to Eat' type but live with a 'Eat to Live' type like I do, then
you will be well used to the unenthusiastic response to your creative
and exploratory food creations, however, I would like to say that if your
other half loves you as much as they should, that over time, they will
start to appreciate good from bad, experiments that work from those that
don't and as in my case you may hear 'mmm, mmm' after every mouthful when
you get something right, just as you yourself have always done at every
meal slightly annoyingly, or is that just me, anyway, I believe that is
all I should be entitled to since food for him was never more than stuff
to fill a hole and even if those 'mm's' are empathetic 'mm's' I'm happy
that he loves me enough to make me think he's abit into food, even if
it's just for those 5 seconds as my masterpiece disappears in one mouthful
and it's possibly because I made him something so spicey that he can actually
taste it however the rest of my family can't eat it unless I cover mine
in yogurt and serve just the accompanyment to the children, ho hum, anything
for a nice happy meal together at home....
And there's one more
thing that I believe separates the food lovers from the food tolerators,
the fact that everybody I know who is 'into' food, has a history even
if they made it themselves, to sit at the table with the whole family
to eat their meals and talk, here's the important bit, 'equally' i.e.
not one of those households where the kids sat there in silence whilst
the parents ranted on about their tet-a-tet with Mrs Blount-Cavendish-Smythe
to gaffores of laughter from the other parent whilst the kids sat frostily
waiting for permission to go upstairs and read some encyclopaedia that
your great aunt gave you on how noses smell (awful ha ha) until midnight
under their duvet covers with a tiny torch that actually only lasted 5
minutes but if felt like forever when all you could hear were your parents
still eating downstairs and gafforing about their amazing days without
you...of course I don't talk from experience here....HONEST!
No no no, I talk about
everybody sat around an ideally 'round' table, talking about their day,
all the things they did together and separately, laughing at everybody's
stories, fighting over everybodys stories and eating with equal enthusiasm
together...here I talk from experience...through rose-tinted glasses perhaps.
My parents always said what with hundreds of kids (that's me and my siblings,
not some orphanage from dickens time which is let's face it what everybody
thinks of when you mention the word 'orphanage') and all our various lives,
that the only time we all got to talk properly was at the dinner table
and that's what kept us together, kept us involved with eachother's lives,
connected us and gave us security throughout our childhoods, all going
towards making us the most secure, sane group of people you're ever likely
to meet....NOT!
Anyway, one things
for sure, we all still get on ok.... even if we are on different continents..oops,
hey perhaps the earths plates are like one big dinner plate for my siblings
and me, upon which, subconsciously, we eat together and enjoy thoughts
of eachothers company...ooeer deep!
For more details on
my very own tried and tested recipes for the lazy person, select RECIPES.
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