Why I Cook
I like food. I like drink. I eat every day and I have a drink
(wine, beer, coffee, tea, water) every day.
Nobody HAS to drink booze or stimulants, but everybody has to eat, so I'm amazed
that more people don't learn how to cook in the UK.
I find cooking therapeutic. I come home from a shite day at work and crush a
clove of garlic. I'm not one of the Roux brothers, but I don't have to eat cold beans, either.
I'm not a veggie, or a pescatarian, or a fruitarian. I'm omnivorous.
Homo sapiens evolved from apes by eating protein, so I can't feel sorry every
time I eat a lamb chop, a trout or a piece of chicken, because it's part of my
basic nature. As far as I can see, the only reason for not eating meat is that
you don't like the flavour, or the texture, or the little bits that get stuck in
your teeth.
I do worry about eating chicken, though. I think of all the
chickens I've eaten over the years, and I worry seriously about my karma. I have
a horrible feeling that, when I die, my karma will be to come back as chickens
for the next 70 years. Sometimes I might grow into a capon: other days, I won't
last much longer than being turned into an omelette. And on really bad days,
I'll be spit-roasted.
Recipes - follow the
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