It’s getting towards the end of the year*, and so understandably the patience of myself and my charges, and our motivation, is at the lowest of their ebbs.
Yesterday I was particularly frustrated, due to a number of disparate and diffident factors, and unfortunately darkened my girlfriend’s evening with my penumbral grouch.
At least, until after dinner.
Last year, I was living off my training bursary and was having to play with pennies to get my rounds in at the bar, to quote Turner. It meant I had painful little money (let alone too little time) to spend on my hobbies. As such, one of the things that I really enjoyed doing, cooking, became my greatest hobby. I couldn’t not eat, so I allowed myself to escape whilst doing so.
Yesterday’s gloom was something that could only be pierced through cooking, and the direct form of it was suggested when I saw an advert for the new Waitrose Love Life range (specifically, the second picture on the left of the banner). I’m not known for being immune to advertising** and as such it affected dinner. Alas, at least I did not go directly to Waitrose, nor indeed at all.
Last night I refocused by cooking a Thai style prawn curry. My favourite thing about the whole process? That, with no recipe, I had never cooked it before.
* Academic, of course.
** Rather, the inverse.