Every time I attempted to cook a meal at home as a teenager, the only things that would heat up was my temper. I would get annoyed at my mother racing through things that I didn't understand - I mean seriously, sometimes you need to explain the most basic things to someone embarking on a task for the first time; like, don't just tell them to "boil vegetables", explain that they need to make sure all their vegetables are cut to a similar size so they'll cook evenly, and to put the harder ones in earlier, because they cook slower, and also to get the water boiling before they put them in!
Needless to say, teenagers don't take criticism well, and mothers often have the habit of liking things done "their way", even if it's actually unimportant. This combination of bad experiences and my misinformation on the great difficulty of cooking really put me off getting into the kitchen for a long time. This is such a standard dish, I'm not even going to bother including a recipe, as this post is really just a giant "TOLD YOU I COULD COOK" to my mother who believed I would go through life with the culinary skills of a badger.
Bon appetit, roast pork, potatoes, leeks, sweet potato with Bramley apple sauce & baby spinach, feta & tomato salad.
A happy Dan & Jae stuffing their gobs.
The clean up. Pin It