I am no Nigella Lawson. I am no Annabell Carmel. In fact, I want to throw Carmel’s book out the window. I hate the picture on the front. I hate the “simple” recipes. I hate that it makes me feel like a failure. Worse still are Robin Barker’s recipes. Make your own beef stock?? I thought stock only came in a packet.
I admit I have learnt you can’t freeze potato and how to cook a half decent meal that my girl will eat.
But some recipes are ridiculous. What parent wants to slave over rhubarb dip with homemade yoghurt?
I’ve never liked cooking. I know it goes against every “womanly” bone in my body. I feel like I should be more maternal and feminine and be able to make something off the top of my head like Grandma could but I can’t. I spend a lot of time trying to cook from scratch but I wind myself up so much I might as well as used that packet mix! It would have tasted better.
I envy other mums that have a natural flair for cooking. They make yummy things for dinner. Sometimes my daughter won’t eat what I’ve cooked so she ends up with toast for dinner. Yes toast. She had it three times this week. She’d eat pasta every day of the week if I gave it to her. But I’m sure she would expand like a balloon and not poop for a week if I did that.
Maybe I should just stop trying to make gourmet meals and stick with the favourites like spaghetti Bolognese. Let my daughter try rhubarb when she’s older. She’s not going to be a fussy eater because she hasn’t tried hummus!!