“Boy’s don’t cook” You probably guessed with a title like that, that that would be the opening line of something like this... (—blimey— there were a lot of ‘that's’ in that sentence!) This was the message I heard as a kid, anytime I asked... we’ll come back round to that in a second - I've come round to it thirty five years later. First I want to make it clear that it’s not ‘boys can’t cook’ as in they are not able to. Nor that identifying male, or female, or wherever else you fit into; affects your ability too —or enjoyment of— cooking wonderful things. It’s actually embracing and dispelling, exactly that! As a young boy I was barely taught anything about cooking. Despite growing up in a family that championed learning, when it came to meal times, I was better served ‘learning to cut the grass’ or ‘help dad with the car’ or ‘don’t let your uncle run with that, you know how he gets!” (that last one is me being silly, my uncles are wonderful) I don't think that's a ...
Recipes & kitchen tips, hacks, tricks, and more -- for everybody who was ever told " oh, you don't cook"