Mama loves cooking.
I’m not claiming to be an amazing chef, but I do enjoy cooking. When I’m not really busy or too tired. And when I have a nice recipe to try which turns out how it’s supposed to. There’s nothing worse than bundling all kinds of kooky ingredients into a slow cooker, excitedly savouring the aromas all day, then finding it tastes terrible. Damn you, peanut butter salsa chicken!
I could always “cook” and would normally try out the occasional new recipe on my husband. When the baby started weaning though, things had to be kicked up a gear. I not only had to feed myself and the husband, I had to provide home-cooked, salt and spice free, soft-enough meals for my 6 month old. That was quite a shock to the system, having just managed to get into a rhythm with breastfeeding and LP’s naps. Food preparation and mealtimes seemed to take forever. It’s a lot easier now.
Nowadays, at 13 months and 6 teeth, LP can eat almost the same food as his father and I. If he’s with me for the day (4 days a week, when I’m not at work), we usually eat the same lunch and we’ll have brunch and Sunday dinner together as a family at the weekend. Some weeknights we eat dinner all together too, but this is quite early, so he’ll sometimes have a meal from a batch I’ve previously made and frozen so his father and I can eat later. And the odd, ready-made toddler meal too, of course. I’m not Mary Poppins for chrissakes.
The latest cooking stories and recipes are below.
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