My whole life, I seem to have been surrounded by those irritatingly marvellous people who can find a fridge empty of anything but some wilting spinach and an ornery looking lemon and turn them into a steaming bowl of awesomeness. It is unlikely that I would ever be mistaken for one of them. In fact, I seem to have the reverse affliction. I could spend a fortune on the best of everything in some fancy pants providore and still manage to turn it into something not so fabulous. Not bad, exactly, just totally 'meh'.A short list of other things I won't ever be described as/mistaken for:- Sporty
- Busty
- Immaculately groomed
- Teetotaller
Luckily for me, Beef Cheeks posseses that gourmet midas touch in spades. So much so that I am prepeared to give him the chance to try and turn me on to porridge.* Stay tuned.
* A childhood aversion - mum forced me to eat it almost every day for breakfast in winter. Even the word makes me gag.
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