Welcome to 40 Weeks To A Better Cook, where, by the end of 40 weeks, I hope to be a better cook (you can see how I came up with the title).
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not the worst cook ever. I do cook most nights, one way or another. But I am definitely not inspired, gifted or creative in the kitchen. I am not organised in the kitchen. I get to the shops with no idea of what I’m going to cook that week. (And leave feeling the same way.) Sometimes the thought of cooking another spaghetti bolognese makes me whack myself over the head with one of those plastic spaghetti server thingoes, but if I present something unfamiliar to the table, my son literally runs out of the room, screaming hysterically. (And looking at some of the offerings, I can’t say I blame him.)
My children are only four and two, which means I have many more years of this cooking caper to come. We’re talking, conservatively, of about 6000 dinners alone. Gulp! So I need to get this shiz sorted. It’s not that I want to be a Masterchef or anything – I have no desire to learn how to debone a quail or slow cook eggs at 60 degrees. I just want to be able to provide a wide variety of fresh, healthy meals that my family will actually eat – and feel confident and organised while doing so. Not too much to ask, surely?!
Over the next 40 weeks, I will trial something new each week, whether it’s a method of planning, a recommended website, something I saw on the TV, a new product… who knows?! I promise to share with you all my fails (see picture above for exhibit A – they were meant to be muffins) as well as any successes. There will be some. There have to be some.
So if you’re a slightly crap, hopelessly uninspired, easily stressed cook like me (or if you’re a brilliant creative food genius who enjoys gloating at someone less fortunate than yourself), come and join me on this crazy ride.