I’ve been a bit quiet on the blog front lately, haven’t I?
To be totally honest (yep, that’s how I roll now that I’m closer to 50 than 40), I’ve felt uninspired and a little lacklustre in the ‘interesting-content’ department over recent months. My children would say it’s definitely not like me to be lost for words so perhaps I’ve just been in a writer’s funk and it’s time to put that behind me so, here goes…
I am embarking on a new project to kick off 2019! That’s what happens when you drink your third double-shot too close to bedtime!
Indeed, the creative juices were on fire-hose setting at 2am this morning and I’ve come up with what I think is a rip-roaring plan that involves at least two of my favorite things - cooking and eating.
It’s fair to say though, that things often seem weirdly clearer when you’re in that wired sleepless state and thankfully the dawn of a new day arrives to put things into a more logical perspective. I had to give myself a jolly good talking to upon waking as I immediately started googling courses on how to become a chef - that was before my calming yoga practice (a NY resolution that may require another blog altogether) and prior to my morning coffee so I clearly wasn’t thinking straight and have since snapped out of that insanity!
All dreams of becoming a chef aside (or possibly nightmares), my plan will require a gargantuan measure of cooking and at a level far superior to my usual freestyle, hope-for-the-best, approach.
I am going to do a cover-to-cover cookbook marathon and yes, this has been done before (hint: Julie & Julia) but I’ll be adding the “Bron-factor” and I will not be burning my Beef Bourguignon or neglecting my marriage, in fact, hubby dearest has agreed to do the desserts - legend!
Now, to the ‘why’?
There are many chefs, cooks, gardeners, bloggers, farmers, fellow foodies and friends who inspire me and a couple in particular that I hold in very high regard in the food industry (past and present), but it is the late Anthony Bourdain that I have to thank for this newfound desire to expand my culinary skills.
RIP Anthony. Although I’m just a fan-girl far from the reality of what your life was like, I feel genuinely sad knowing you took your own life and there seemed to be no other way forward for you. The road you travelled, much like many talented chefs, was clearly quite tormenting at times and undoubtedly full of escapism and a good many mind-altering substances to ease your openly troubled mind. Yet, through watching your series ‘Parts Unknown’ I’ve found your face to be a window to your soul. Both Dave and I have loved the intrigue of your talented story-telling. We ‘feel’ your connection with people from all walks of life as you wandered the high roads or poorest streets, delved into dangerous political debates or warzones and looked just as comfortable eating street-food or dining at Michelin Star restaurants.
You, Anthony, have inspired me to keep exploring my insatiable appetite for food, not just for the sustenance, taste and sheer pleasure it offers but for the bonds and connections if forms between people all around the world, and just across our tables.
Fan-girl moment over. Now, the nitty-gritty.
Along with my pastry chef (aka Dave), I am going to cook my way through “The Great NZ Cookbook”. Cover to cover. All 416 pages. Recipes from 80 of New Zealand’s finest cooks, chefs and bakers.
Embarrassingly, this cookbook has been gathering dust on my shelf for years! Many talented people have contributed to the colorful pages – some I have met, many I admire and a few I aspire to be like. This is my opportunity to challenge myself and learn from some of the best in New Zealand, having a heap of fun along the way and it will also give me something to blog about. Lucky you (I think)!
My Kitchen Marathon begins now. Stay tuned for week 1.