I am an unabashed lover of food. It’s why I agonise for so long over my choices when we go out to eat. I want to enjoy my meal; I want to fill my belly with amazing flavours; and I don’t want to be disappointed on taste or value for money.
There are some dishes I could happily eat every day for the rest of my life – I think – but I am utterly incapable of making them. Most baked things, for example. Things in pastries. Things that involve big hunks of meat, as opposed to nice, diced, bite-sized pieces.
And then there are recipes that technically are within my realm, but they’re just too much damn work. I mean, they taste amazing, but I’m just not sure they’re worth the time and trouble.
Moussaka. Eggs. Cheese. Meat. Eggplant. Onions. What more could you want in a dish? But oh, the preparation, to say nothing of the oven time. Sigh.
Lasagne. Love the thin pasta sheets, love the whole idea. But again, the baking time? We usually opt for shepherd’s pie instead, and when I say shepherd’s pie, we usually take it a step further, even, and basically serve up mashed potatoes with mince and sauce on the side.
Kebabs. You spend all that time cutting up ingredients, painstakingly threading them all on, cooking them, and then just taking ’em off to eat again. Seriously?