One of the most tiresome things I find about being a Mum is family cooking. I’m not a natural cook: as a student I lived off bran flakes and toast for three years, never understanding my housemates desire to cook something outlandish (like spaghetti bolognaise!). Working long hours in my first graduate job did not improve the situation either, finally earning money meant that eating out and ready meals became an option at last; learning to cook was unnecessary.
Being pregnant sadly didn’t turn me into Nigella either – ‘morning’ sickness meant food was out of the question altogether. However, thankfully for my long suffering husband, having children brought me into the real world! When my baby reached weaning age and I realised that I didn’t even know how to stew an apple, I knew something had to change!