Or rather, the cooking of it. I never used to be much of a cook until the kid was weaned off of pureed food. Until then my culinary skills extended as far as heating up a ready meal or at a push, scrambled egg on toast. I wouldn’t say I’m the best cook out there- Gordon Ramsay can rest easy – but I’m getting there. More importantly, I enjoy cooking.
I credit this on the kid and his good appetite. I’m really lucky that he isn’t a faddy eater (apart from the time he had chicken pox and would only eat green food). He loves vegetables and fruit and usually clears his plate. One of his favourite meals is my homemade chicken curry. Throw in the boyfriend’s healthy appetite and it makes cooking a pleasure. I actually enjoy coming up with meal plans and preparing a nice, healthy dinner every night.
Then there’s baking. I’ve always liked baking. A favourite rainy day activity with the kid is taking to the kitchen and making cookies or monster cakes. (They’re like fairy cakes, but more boy-ish apparently. Ask the kid.)
Of course, despite my new found love of all things food, there are still days where after a busy day where I can’t be bothered so we get a takeaway. Like last night actually.