Life revolves around the kitchen. Even when not really ‘cooking’, I concoct with whatever food is around. I love cooking for friends and family, people I trust enough to experiment with. And, when I’m here alone, the smell of stock simmering on the stove or a daube cooking slowly in the oven is what makes this place my home rather than a place to sleep.
I’m sure my love-affair comes from childhood. I grew up in a small seaside town, where my dad was the local GP. Our kitchen, was always full of family and friends with mum cooking and preserving things (recipes always from Mrs Beeton or the Radiation New World Cook Book), and the rest of us talking, eating and socialising. To me, the kitchen really is the heart of the home.