New Recipe Night Rules

The kitchen and the bookself

It’s not that I couldn’t cook before.  I managed to feed myself for 10 years without starving to death.

I walk around plenty of foodie markets, numerous delis and farm shops.  I watched a million cooking shows – often buying the book to go with the series – and I even went to (and got very drunk at) the BBC Good Food show one year… then when dinnertime struck I pretty much cooked the following meals:

  • Spaghetti Bolognaise
  • Fresh Stuffed Pasta (from the shop ready to cook in two minutes)
  • Shop bought pie with oven chips and peas
  • Oven-made fish and chips
  • Pizza
  • Chilli and various casseroles from the Coleman’s packs

And lots of takeaways.

It’s as if my brain dribbled out of my ear when I entered a shop to buy food.

All the while I was thinking I was a foodie because I had cookbooks and had been to the cheese room in Wholefoods.

But anyway.  I stayed with my mother for a few months, and then my mother-in-law for a few months more and I decided I had to start cooking for myself when we moved into our new flat.

And here I am:

My little kitchen.  There is one draw and the freezer is the top part of the fridge.  The three cupboards hold all the crockery and food.  Also, the light isn’t brilliant so I don’t think I’ll be doing Martha-style pieces to camera just yet.

The cookery books.  I’d imagine nearly half of them are baking books; my friend said I should post the pictures of my baking disasters on here too – I will, but not too often.

I’ve got a few weeks’ worth of new recipes to type up and post, and then I shall post every Friday.

PS. Ooo apparently this is surprising:  I don’t have a microwave.

Hello

Hello.  Are you there?  If you’re not that’s okay.  I’m writing this down so I don’t forget it really.

I don’t know if I’m the only person who has done this, I seem to keep buying cookery books and then not using them and cooking the same few ready made meals every week.  For example:  In the last few years I have moved house seven times with a copy of The Hairy Bikers Mums Know Best without ever cooking anything from it.

I have 22 cooking books all bought with the intention of making lovely meals and barely made anything from any of them.

After the latest house move I decided that enough was enough, I invented New Recipe Night. New Recipe Night has a few basic rules:

  • I have to cook and eat a new recipe from one of my books every week.
  • I can’t change any ingredients, and only alter quantities to suit the number of servings.
  • Cakes don’t count.

I’m sure other rules will crop up eventually.  I don’t know if I’m allowed to post the actual recipes on here, but I’ll give names and ISBNs etc so you can find the recipe and have a go making it too.