This piece technically isn’t about food waste, however I felt compelled to post it, regardless.
Boy has the lead up to my sisters 18th birthday been an ordeal and a half. A high stress exercise. Not to mention time consuming. You would think that with it being at the forefront of conversation I would have had her present and card lined up weeks ago. Yet, in light of everything else, that small matter has somehow slipped my mind. Oops. Looks like I’ll be making a late-night dash out to the shopping centre sometime soon. So if we haven’t been focused on presents – the logical issue – then what on earth have we been arguing about discussing? Food of course. My darling princess of a sister recently put forward her ‘birthday menu’. That’s right, not just a nice birthday dinner and cake, but a whole weeks worth of meals. She’s not asking for much is she? And, I momentarily took leave of my senses, stupidly agreeing to fulfill her wishes. I think I have a death wish. You see, my sister has high standards when it comes to food. Well, more specifically her favourite foods. They have to be prepared ‘just right’ and according to her – sometimes obscure – interpretations. But the thing is I don’t have a big problem with the menu in itself. Just one dish in particular. The prize jewel of any birthday. The cake. Continue reading
Okay folks, I gotta admit something. The two units we have been studying at cooking school these last six weeks have been ‘meat and furred game’ and ‘chocolate and chocolate confectionary’. Both have been enjoyable and informative courses, however my favourite by a long shot was in fact meat. I can hear the gasps already. ‘Not chocolate?!’ Well let me tell you something, when you are working with a couple of kilos of chocolate and it’s caking your hands like clay and is messy and just.won’t.temper it’s not all Willy Wonka bliss. Did you know that it’s possible to get sick of the smell of chocolate? Well it is. In saying all of that I learnt many fascinating techniques, including making a box – yes a box, entirely out of chocolate. You can’t help but feel as though you’ve climbed Everest after that. Regardless of that, I found the meat course far more fascinating. Yes, I know I’m happily vegetarian and all that but I figure if you are going to eat meat you should at least cook it well. Respecting the animal in a way. I mean if we were prey I would hope that someone would do me the justice of at least cooking me nicely. Weird, but true. 
Taste Without Waste 