If cooking could be a person, it’d be your best mate. Not a partner – that’d just be too creepy. But a real keeper all the same. It’s there for you through thick and thin. To witness the good, the bad, the plain weird, and everything in between. The crazy dancing around the kitchen to Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Dancing in the Dark’ moments. The bleary eyed pajama-clad pancake sessions (where you don’t even attempt to flip the pancake as your coordination most definitely hasn’t woken up yet). The oven-died-just-as-the-cheesecake-needed-to-go-in tantrums (foot stomping included). The heartbroken pizza-dough kneading, tears silently running down one’s face. The fist pumping when your Charlotte Russe turns out of the mould. Perfectly. The trying to juggle too many things at once moments, such as making lasagne while clad in bright green running shorts and a hot pink sports bra, with a floral apron thrown over the top (so you can exercise while it’s cooking, of course!). Let’s just say that opening the door to receive a parcel resulted in one very confused mailman. Let’s not talk about that. Like it or not, cooking’s seen the very best and worst of you. Continue reading →