Well, I’ve finally done it! After years of ghost blogging for other people, I’ve decided to take the leap and write my own food blog.
For me, food is intrinsically linked to three things – family, friends and fun. In our house, family gatherings are always set around the dining table – every available space filled with delicious food, fine wine and the inevitable juggling act of passing dishes to one another. When it comes to catching up with my friends, we seem to spend endless conversations trying to decide to where we are going to eat next. And fun? Well, food, whether cooking it, or eating it, should be definitely be fun. If it’s not, then best find your way out of the kitchen!
My earliest memories seem to revolve around food, family and holidays. Check out the retro photos below, and see what I mean about tables filled with food – including a whole, roasted pig!
I can’t really remember how old I was when I first started cooking, although it was hard to keep me out of the kitchen most of the time (and still is).
My parent’s attitude was completely different to many of my friends’ parents when I was growing up. I always ate the same food, at the same time as my parents, and mealtimes were sacred in our house.
Back then I thought that pasta fagioli was the most boring dish in the world, and hated that whilst my friends were eating their ‘exciting’ fish fingers and chips, I had to eat with something I wouldn’t give to my worst enemy. Thankfully, I’m grateful that my parent’s never gave into easy option of Turkey Twizzlers. I’m also grateful that as I got older, my taste changed. Pasta fagioli might have actually won me over, but apple crumble is still the devil’s food!
So, here I am, at 33 (almost 34, yikes!) blogging about my own adventures with food.As the great J.R.R. Tolkien once said:
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
Hope you can stay for the journey,