Here I am, sitting at our kitchen table, writing this post as I wait for the stew that I’m cooking to finish. I’m making a pork and red wine stew for Siofra (my flatmate) and I and I hope it would taste yummy and we will not get drunk from it 😛
Siofra made potato wedges (spuds) too.
An hour later and a 20-minute Skype chat with my sister, our Sunday dinner looks yum yum and ready to be eaten.
I do find cooking oddly therapeutic especially after a long day at work. It’s nice to come home and spend an hour or two just cooking and eating my homemade meal. Hence why I decided to have a new goal during my time here in Nuremberg: to be comfortable with my cooking and be able to openly share it with other people. Siofra lent me her Jamie Oliver cookbook and I’m on a mission to be a better cook and baker by six months time.
Here comes Debbie, an aspiring chef! My dad will be happy to hear about this.
P.S. I’m tackling on an Indian curry dish this week. Let’s see how it goes! Tschüs 🙂