About me
I love cooking. I really like to prepare heaps and heaps of food. I reckon that I can cook fairly well, but I am still known to be able to produce something that is, well, a little less palatable, shall we say. When I’m in a cooking frenzy, I like to cover the kitchen benches with vegetables, pots, my favourite cast iron pans, bowls, and whatever else I can find. I have a really cool set of knives that my son gave me. They’re shiny stainless steel things, that any chef would like to own. I must say, they make me feel like a real chef when I stop to look at them glistening in the sunlight, coming through the kitchen window. I like to stand and admire them on occasions, while anticipating a cooking frenzy. Then, when I can not resist the urge to touch them any longer, I whorl them around and sharpen them on my steel, until I feel the adrenaline start to pump hard. Then it’s off into kitchen heaven to chop ’n’ peel all that I can find. Anyhow, while I have so much fun preparing and cooking food, I will continue to do just that. On the occasions that I get something just right, I get a really warm fuzzy feeling inside my head, particularly when I hear people talking about what a great cook I am. It just does wonders for my head size, sometimes doubling and even the chest pumps out a little, something like a rooster. At times, I feel that it is necessary to do the strut and the occasional crow, when I’m on a roll. Well, I’ll finish this little rave afterwards, as I’m off to do a bit more cooking. I’ll be back soon.