I love to cook, it’s just that I can’t. Despite trying endlessly to master them the secrets of the stove still allude me. My husband rolls his eyes when I excitedly exclaim we are having a ‘special tea’ or that I have come up with something new only to be served up with yet another disaster.
But I love food, I eat far too much of the stuff. I love going out for dinner and watching cookery shows, I buy the latest books, I imagine myself cooking amazing things and running a little café, writing out a menu every day of delectable delights. I think about just popping out to the local market and picking up a ‘fish’ or some ‘in-season vegetables’ and just knowing what to do with them but alas that will never be the case… so sometimes I just make sandwiches.
I’ll never lose my enthusiasm for cooking but sadly it has no enthusiasm for me! Here I chart my attempts at getting it right, maybe just once?
Fellow rubbish cooks are welcome to share their own (burnt) offerings…
Alice Can’t Cook started as an original blog post I wrote for my local paper here:
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