I love cooking. I don’t have as much time to dedicate to cooking as I would like, often having to resort to super quick meals (from scratch, natch) that don’t involve me standing for hours in the kitchen while my kids incessantly pull at my jeans in a bid to convince me to build Lego with them.
I often find myself cooking a pretty decent meal and thinking, ‘this would have been great to blog about’. I marvel at the numerous bloggers I follow who produce gorgeous recipe posts, complete with beautiful photos of the finished products, not to mention step-by-step photographic evidence of the entire process.
I know that my cooking and made-up recipes are definitely worthy of fine cookery blog posts, but the truth is, I simply do not have the patience to stop every few moments to get the perfect picture of a carrot being chopped or batter being whisked (I can’t remember the last time I whisked batter). Furthermore, much of my cooking is instinct-based. I don’t follow recipes, I just use what I have in the fridge and cupboards and make things up as I go along. I measure nothing and would be totally unable to recall exactly (or even approximately) the quantities of ingredients that I used to make my culinary masterpieces. So that flushes the idea of sharing genius recipes with all of you if I cannot tell you how I did it.
So I take my hat off to Mel and Vicki (and everyone else) for their amazing recipe posts. But I am just not gonna go there, because I will fail miserably. If you want to read anything remotely recipe-related by me, you can find a very silly pancake post here.