I feel blessed to live next door to a farm and have access to fresh meat, bread and milk that would cost a fortune in the UK. I tell myself this on a daily basis that this makes up for the nearest supermarket being three hours away. There is a local shop which provides the essentials such as sugar and toilet paper, but ready meals are definitely a thing of the past.
My culinary repertoire has been stretched well beyond it’s UK limit and out of necessity now includes moussaka, lemon meringue pie, brownies, pizza (with homemade base and sauce from tomatoes I grew myself - yes I'm smug), yoghurt, cream cheese, butter (although admittedly this was accidental – I whipped the cream when it was too cold and stiff), bread rolls, chutney, marmalade, doughnuts, Danish pastries, ice cream and fudge. Obviously I’m concentrating on making some of the essentials in life!
TV chefs have it easy. I too would be able to look fabulous and be ready to join my guests at my beautifully presented, organic, nutritionally balanced dinner party if I didn’t also have to referee World War Three (courtesy of The Boy), negotiate peace treaties that the UN would be proud of (courtesy of The Girl) and deal with the heat being thirty five degrees in the shade. Sometimes the veneer of sanity wears very thin.
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