Recently, a friend remarked that she enjoyed reading updates on Facebook about my move to the country. “You should write a blog” she said…

A blog… didn’t I have one of those already? Should it be resurrected? And what would I write?

This wee blog started as a way to record and share my recipes with family and friends but these days my forays into the kitchen are borne of necessity rather than recreation.  To be fair, for the last couple of years I lived in a house only a little bigger than a shoe box with a teeny tiny kitchen and an oven that burned hotter than the fires of Hell. That was not conducive to spending hours whipping up culinary delights, and also, I just couldn’t be shagged.

But now, all three of my offspring have decided to return to the nest so we have moved to a larger home (with a big kitchen!) in the country. No doubt their decision to return was fueled by memories of tins filled to the brim with freshly baked goodies, and meals lovingly prepared and on the table every night.

[Insert sound of scratched record]

That doesn’t happen anymore.  At 18, 20 and 22 I think it’s time for them to return the favour. They (mostly the 20 year old) cook most nights. Their future wives will thank me (as long as they enjoy Thai Red Curry, Beef Vindaloo and Spaghetti Bolognese on a twice weekly rotation).

Maybe I should point them in the direction of a blog with some good recipes?