Unattractive meals are the bane of my existence. They make me want to stamp my foot and tear my hair out. It feels so unjust when you spend hours slaving (can you call it slaving when you’re enjoying it?) in the kitchen to prepare a delicious meal, only to be rewarded with a dish that looks like something the cat brought it. Humph. I have to admit that styling is not my strong point – I don’t have an artistic bone in my body. But I do try. Well, sometimes. Needless to say, I am extremely jealous of one of my good friends at cooking school who has an innate knack for presenting dishes beautifully. If she doesn’t go on to become a food stylist I will eat my boots. Continue reading
Taste Without Waste 