How I learned to cook
PEOPLE WHO SAY they “can’t cook” make me suspicious. Have they just never learned how? Or are they claiming they can’t because they live with someone who does the cooking? Or because they are addicted to Uber Eats?
But, if not being able to choose a few seasonal ingredients, follow a recipe and focus on the promise of something delicious is a real thing, then I feel sorry for people who can’t cook.
When I moved out of home I couldn’t stories – picnics in the heather with ginger beer and boiled eggs. But then, in my first year at university, I met Polly. She was a second-year student doing a creative writing seminar and living in a flat that belonged to a couple of writer-activist intellectuals. She watched and saw films at the Labia. I was in awe.
