the kitchen

My kitchen and I have an interesting relationship.

I like it to look tidy and clean and pretty.

I like buying gadgets and utensils for it.

I love looking at.

I don't love using it.

If I were left to my own devices,

my kitchen would be home

to a toaster and a fridge-freezer

and I'd be pretty happy.

My husband is the chef in this house.

He makes a fabulous chilli

and yummy thai green curry

and a downright delicious risotto.

And he likes to cook

so why would I stop him?

I make fantastic toast,

I mean, really fantastic.

And I make a really good sandwich.

And I have it on good authority that I'm pretty alright at making baby food.

But my culinary skills leave quite a bit to be desired when it comes to actually making meals.

In an attempt to be a proper mummy and a better wife

I am gradually taking back my kitchen.

Although I still don't use the oven all that much,

it's all about the slow cooker for me,

yummy dinner from minimum effort.

But there is one thing that will see me happily spending a whole day in my kitchen.

It's worth the mess and the washing up.

And it makes me house smell yummy.

Baking is MY kind of cooking.

And I think I can knock up a pretty good cake.

There's nothing quite like the happy faces on guests when you provide freshly baked goodies.

Mmmmm!

Baking gives me an excuse to buy lots of gadgets.

I love the theraputic nature of it;

the careful stirring and folding and beating.

The exact science

of using just the right ingredients.

Baking makes me love my kitchen.