What I’ve been up to close to home over the last few weeks…
“I’m in love I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it!”
Do you remember original 90s Masterchef? The one with Lloyd Grossman in the black studio with the neon blue, red and yellow kitchens? I loved that show as a kid. And whilst I think most viewers would be cast off into imagining how wonderful it would be to compete and win a show like that, I was contemplating what a cool job it would be to judge. I suppose that’s where the beginning of my love for reviewing food came from. How very lucky I feel now that I’m all grown up, that I get to have a go at being a food judge right here in my hometown.
Isn’t it the Japanese who have a saying which marvels at how you can do the same thing twice and it won’t be the same? I couldn’t have experienced that more perfectly this weekend. Last year I took my mum to The Malverns for Mother’s Day, where we set up camp and cooked hot dogs in coats and scarfs and huddled around our little cooker for warmth. It was so much fun that this year I planned to do for her the same again, only this time there was sunshine on my side.
On my most recent trip to Scotland (wedding planning sure is making it our second home!) the weather was less than pleasant. For most of our stay, what are usually stunning vistas over the mountains were misty veils of grey. We woke up each morning peering out from underneath the duvet, summoning the courage to brave the chill in the air. Not that it stopped us from getting out to experience what the highlands had to offer, no no: ‘The mountains are calling and I must go.” But it was on one particularly dreary day as we left the house to explore that I said, “Wow, I can’t wait to get home and sit by the fire with a glass of wine.”