Today, the Daily Mail looks at a woman who built her confidence after becoming a stay at home mum by cooking all the recipes in Mary Berry’s The Baking Bible. And this got me thinking about just how relaxing I find cooking.
Admittedly, I don’t have children or a husband and the most annoying ‘person’ I have in my kitchen is my large Maine Coon who is fairly certain that whatever I am cooking is really intended for him – veggie pasta included. But I do find it very therapeutic.
I get home from work having spent a day marvelling that some people have managed to wander through life without getting hit by a bus and enjoying a ‘close encounter’ of the squished kind on the tube – before entering my sanctuary
By South African or American standards the kitchen is tiny but it is just perfect for me with light wooden floors / counter tops and white tiles on parts of the wall. It has a sink, sideboard, fridge and cooker with a door into the garden to let any warm weather we get in.
Having fed the cats, I unpack any shopping I have, pour myself a glass of wine and pop a CD on (loving Paul Anka at the mo) before to be frank, fiddling with food. Somehow the crash of the pots, smell of my herb cupboard and relief at simply being home removes all the stress and by the time I finally eat, work seems a million miles away.
Even when I have friends over and am dodging people as I ferry pasta from the stove to the sink or try to find the potato peeler (which I am fairly certain my cleaner hides for the hell of it), I feel all domestic and relaxed.
Mmm, perhaps I was meant to be a domestic goddess after all.
L xxx
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