After much persuasion this Christmas i finally dragged Wills ass up a mountain to learn to snowboard with my mum dad and little sister. For my foodie genes we can blame/thank my mum, Meg. Dad would be happy with a cheese and pickle sandwich, every day! Well, perhaps interspersed with a steak & chips or a toad in the hole once in a while. We stayed in a cheap (one the 2nd most popular week in the year) kids Hotel. Don’t worry there was a bar. Delicious dinner every night, think the chef relished cooking for adults who didn’t have an endless string of dietary requirements and ‘allergies’. Will became a natural and enjoyed guilt tripping me for the amount aches and pains he had.
I’m Georgie and have had a love/hate relationship with food for as long as I can remember. Love/hate in that I hate that I love it so much! My Mum’s a fabulous cook and from a young age has instilled in me the mantra ‘Delia, Madhur, fish&chips, Delia, Madur, moussaka, Delia, Madur, pizza, Delia, Madur, fajitas .. and you get the idea. I’m sure many will understand – what on earth do you you do, you have to feed yourself and your significant other for at least 250 days of the year? Where do you find inspiration? Traditionally… recipe books. I hope this blog will do more than a recipe book. its a place to share knowledge a place to engage and become excited by food and last but not least open your eyes to the fantastic array of ingredients and produce that we have on our doorsteps here in the capital. Also as much as I can I will share recipes that are low-fat and brimming with healthy goodness. All so you don’t have to worry about feeling guilty.