My name is Jenny and I love Pie. Now that’s out in the open I also love cooking so much I wanted to see if I could write about it in even a vaguely interesting way. I’ve recently had an operation on my back and find myself with nothing to do but stare out the window and watch Come Dine with me and I can bear it no longer. So in search of some sort of meaning in my life and salvation from the fiftieth Bannoffee Pie I came up with the idea of this blog.
Food has become more important to me as I have grown older, however I was lucky enough to be educated in classic foods by my father as I child but I stupidly took no notice at the time, as you do or rather don’t do. All I wanted to eat was Prawn Cocktail sandwiches and those awful Microchips, needless to say I was a chubby child. I now love food for lots of different reasons, it’s ability to give such pleasure with its deep myriad of flavours, textures and aromas along with the great succour it regularly provides for my soul never ceases to amaze and delight me. It can be such a personal and intimate experience and yet I love just as much to share it with friends and family.
I use food to provide daily routine and rhythm to our busy lives as well as marking the seasons and their wonderful celebrations. I have young children and get a huge kick out of using food for fun. Be it Halloween, Easter or any excuse, I get excited and giddy months before and start planning like an obsessed child catcher. I am in fact shameless about it, especially Halloween as my children are at the age where I can make them squeal with delight at my creations and they will recall for months, and I hope forever, the gory details of my dead mans fingers or bleeding Brain Cake. It also allows for lots of no baking quick assembly recipes with strawberry jam blobs aka blood clots to hide a multitude of sins. I love a shortcut. For me it really doesn’t get better than that.
I love sharing food with my close band of girlfriends too. Feeding them allows me to bring us all together, ignoring for one evening the unrelenting demands of family and work. Life flies by like a hurricane most of the time and my suppers provide a welcome and I feel necessary windbreak against the storm that usually renders, me anyway, a monosyllabic and menopausal woman by 7pm.
Over the years these suppers have changed somewhat. Initially they were as much about the drinking as the eating and accompanied by much dirty and raucous laughter. They went on till late and usually ending up with someone being sick and lots of smoking in the garden. Some of the best times of my life.
Now we are all approaching middle age, these same group of ladies(although one of us now lives across the pond), who are as much my family as my family, are reluctant mostly to drink on a school night and start to yawn and suffer indigestion by 9.30pm. However the laughter is just as loud and just as dirty…Thank God.
Food, friends, family and laughter surely the best combination in the world, it should be a human right for all, enforced by men in uniforms carrying bags full of cakes,cheese and Connect Four.
Anyways, although I have a passion for food I am not a brilliant cook and I am definitely a slow learner. So I am always looking for no nonsense, non technical, hugely tasty easy recipes.They are out there and I will find them I promise.