During my student days, I would occasionally post about my parents and their cooking- or rather the lack of it. See post on attempting to cook in my parents kitchen, the lobster incident or my personal favourite, the Christmas vegetable stir fry. Since leaving home I have cooked in their kitchen only a few times as the lack of equipment has totally driven me mad. Hollandaise Sauce with no whisk- are you crazy?
Then there are the fond memories of being served up tandoori chicken made with strawberry yoghurt and the thing I could have sworn was over cooked pork chop but actually turned out to be lamb.
But apparently things are changing. Today Dad e-mailed me with the link to his new website.
That’s right. He’s got a food blog. Hell has frozen over and pigs are airborne.
During my student days, I would occasionally post about my parents and their cooking- or rather the lack of it. See post on attempting to cook in my parents kitchen, the lobster incident or my personal favourite, the Christmas vegetable stir fry. Since leaving home I have cooked in their kitchen only a few times as the lack of equipment has totally driven me mad. Hollandaise Sauce with no whisk- are you crazy?
Then there are the fond memories of being served up tandoori chicken made with strawberry yoghurt and the thing I could have sworn was over cooked pork chop but actually turned out to be lamb.
But apparently things are changing. Today Dad e-mailed me with the link to his new website.
That’s right. He’s got a food blog. Hell has frozen over and pigs are airborne.