Why blog? Is it that I feel I am the next hot thing on the food scene? Is it a need to teach the world that cooking is actually incredibly simple? Is it a need to dispel foodie myths like your "risotto will only be perfetto if it is stirred counter clockwise 1472 times with a spoon handcrafted by an Italian Nonna on the eve of her wedding"?
No it is more about getting old and forgetful. I have cooked so many things that there are times I just simply can't remember some of my food successes.
Life's journey has always been remembered by food in my family. I remember those long car trips to family holidays and not know if we had been through a particular town before till my sister would say, "Yes there is that cake shop that had that chocolate éclair."
I don't know if it is a particularly good way to remember your way through life, just taking happy snaps is probably better when it comes to getting into skinny jeans, but it is what it is.
This has continued throughout all my travels, from giant donuts on the Ostiense station platform in Roma, to ostrich in Amsterdam, sure the buildings and scenery is nice, but what’s for lunch?