Look at my shiny new kitchen!! Isn’t it noice!?? It’s a bit messy though – but it’s a busy cooking mess. Long time friends, I’d appreciate you not sniggering. Thank you.
There’s one slight problem with a brand-spanka kitchen. I feel compelled to cook and I am seriously no cooker. Just like my foray into sewing (see my article in the current issue of etzcetera for the sad tale) I long to be a much better kitchen woman than I am. I try hard, I really truly do but am usually disappointed by results that look like shit and often taste worse. Of course I have a few tried and true faves that make a very regular appearance on the dinner table. These are guaranteed to cook well each and every time. No risk attached, safe and best of all, edible.
But. Enter new kitchen and the ante has been upped seriously. I’m sucking in the big, deep breaths and trying things that I would never have dared to in the old crappy kitchen where the bench space totalled not much more than my palm span and the oven door did not close. Not to mention the hideous grey and pink tones. Oh the shame of those colours.
My bravery is paying off. I can barely believe it myself and to be frank, I’m terrified of the hausfrau within. Where to start? The basics, I guess. The past few days I have roasted my first chooks (2 at once!), complete with self made stuffing shoved up bumholes. It rocked. Look at these babes baking.
Losing my roast chook virginity.
I then made Rocky Road for the MOTH’s birthday. It was always going to be the last thing that he expected from me. Something homemade with love. Persistance and the thrill of a great new, big, long kitchen bench made this possible. Melting chocolate is a skill I shall have to continue working on though
I'm told it tastes delicious!
The crazy cooking marathon continued with cupcakes. What? My old oven with the door that couldn’t, wouldn’t close just was incapable of hatching these beauties. Thank goodness I had a little Baby Girl helper.
Cupcakes with my cupcake.
No free set of steak knives, but that’s not all. Buoyed by the inaugural cupcake success, I decided, oh so bravely, that the MOTH needed a chocolate birthday cake that was not of the Woolies variety. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can …. and I did! (though I did need to make a dash to WWorths to buy a cheap electric beater – what a great invention they are!)
Happy Birthday to you dear MOTH!
So, there you have it, no masterchef wannabe by any means, but a hausfrau inspired by a kitchen now worthy of taking some cooking leaps and bounds. Some very proud moments indeed have been shared here.
Do you love cooking? Are you a recipe cook, or a freestyler? What do you think I should turn my efforts to next?
