I am not a chef. I want to make that clear. I barely squeak by with the title of “cook”, albeit I have never made a nickel from preparing meals for another (unless you count finding sticky toonies on my plate on Pancake Day). However, one thing I have working in my favor is my absolute, unwavering commitment to and love of food. I feel like there are many of us out there. Even the fabulous Nigella Lawson has admitted that her culinary skills have a foundation in eating. (Let me stop you now and let you know that even mentioning that woman’s name makes me want to bless myself with a spatula—She is my cooking guru). The fact is, I’m just like every other foodie hipster in that I can find something I like about almost every meal and snobbiness has no place in my kitchen.
So before you go nose and eyes deep into this blog, I’m going to warn you:
I drink cheap, pink champagne (heights of class, I know), I call that potato-mashy thing a “smasher”, and I set many, many things on fire in the name of culinary experimentation.
Here’s where most food bloggers write “Bon Appetite” but I don’t know if that’s the most practical send off. So instead, I’m going to give you a piece of advice that I wish someone ha d given to me when I started cooking:
It’s important to check your smoke detector at least once a year and only you can prevent kitchen fires. 🙂