I first made a big deal about cooking when I was 17, after a friend suggested I try it.
I didn’t know much about it, I didn, I don’t know, and I’m not the sort of person to be overly proud of it.
The idea of cooking seemed like an impossible dream, something I didn/shouldn’t want to do.
But I wanted to make a dish.
And my mum had a recipe book in her fridge.
So I went to my dad’s house and bought it, and it was just amazing.
I made a bunch of things from that book, like chocolate, gingerbread, a chocolate cookie and a cinnamon biscuit.
I was in awe.
But it wasn’t until my third year at university that I started cooking, and this was when I realised that I could actually do it.
So now I’m at the point where I want to cook all the time, which is insane, because I have so much to do in the day.
But the best thing about this is that it gives me something to focus on while I’m doing all that.
I can sit down and make the next batch of a dish, and then I can just relax, eat, drink and watch TV.
In the end, I still have to go to work, and that takes a lot of effort, but I’ve always found that having a project like this gives me a lot more time to focus and work on my skills.
It’s so easy to be a perfectionist about your cooking, but there are times when you have to be like, ‘Okay, I’ve got to do that’.
It’s like having a child, they need to be taught to take responsibility for their own behaviour, but they’re still really good at things.
So it’s nice to know that you can do things yourself and be really happy about it.