I have been asked (occasionally by myself) why I endlessly try out new recipes, spend half my time in the kitchen and write this blog. Â There are several reason but the fundamental ones remain the same. Â For the first I refer you to the About page above. Â It describes how as life changes so what we need from our kitchen and cookbooks also changes. Â From supper parties for my London crowd, through feeding my babies/children and on to now – still cooking for my family (honestly my raison d’etre) but also cooking up a storm for friends and their children which I love to do. Â I needed recipes for all these situations and despite a mountain of cookbooks there were recipes missing so I decided to come up with my own. Â That I was then the first to offer a suggestion when friends asked for ideas on what to cook for tea/lunch/supper/dinner etc prompted them to ask me to put them all in writing somewhere.
Also, I have never been keen on “kids” food and was (possibly blindly) determined that my babes would, as soon as practical, eat the same as us. Â Partly because from an early age they would eye what we were eating with far more enthusiasm than their pureed veg so it made sense to give them a taste from our plates, encouraging their palates to happily experience new flavours. Â Also for ease. Â I want us to sit around a table together every day laughing, chatting, shouting, arguing (the latter two in a good way obviously) but primarily eating the same thing. Â My experience has shown that giving into demands for the same food on a loop causes problems when the customer is presented with something new or unfamiliar…. Â Anyway, this is how I try and do it – not without its problems of course. Â Whilst my daughter will eat anything (but ideally meat and potatoes) my son is a little more particular (his ideal being hummus and tomatoes). Â It drives me a slightly mad but I continue in my merry way, put a variety of things (old and new) on the table and hope for the best. Â The point is food is such a fabulous part of life and I would like my children to try everything*, have a healthy and happy approach to food and also to be able to cook, to feed themselves when the time comes.
One more reason springs to mind. Â In the picture above you see some of the collection of books in which I write my recipes. Â Scribbled as I cook, endlessly splattered with food, marked by crossings out and additions. Â Some dishes never make it beyond these pages but many are eaten on a regular basis in our house. Â So I had some dreamy idea of handing over the fabled book of recipes to each of my children when the dreaded day comes that they leave home. Â Handing it over like the baton of life. Â Huh, said another voice in my head, what if neither of them wants it and hands it back to you, you’ll feel a right fool. Â Thus the obvious answer was to put it all onto a blog, this way they could dip into it whenever they pleased, cook things they love and have grown up eating but I would never know if they didn’t….
*This has backfired on me, in my quest that nothing is off limits, to be open minded and everything deserves a taste I have had to buy both pot noodles and pop tarts. Â Once.