Note from the editor: Crofton Kitchen is now just under a year old. I started it simply as a place for me to share recipes I love but of course I’ve want to see it grow from that. I personally don’t have enough time to dedicate to writing new posts all the time as this still remains a hobby to me.
That’s why, I’m very happy to announce that Kate Robinson is starting her own column on the site. She’ll be here every couple weeks writing about her travels around the world and her journey of learning to cook. (She’s actually already a very decent cook but that’s besides the point.)
You should definitely follow her on Twitter: @littlest_robo and from the menu bar above under Kate’s Column. Big cheer everybody and over to you, Kate.
I have a confession: I am 22 years old and I cannot cook.
Or bake. Or fry, or grill, or sauté, or flambé… I am, to put it bluntly, a complete disaster in the kitchen. To be honest, I’ve never really minded that much. There are lots of good restaurants, and ready meals, and I can make a salad, which requires little to no skill. But let’s be honest, when all else fails and I’m broke from the aforementioned reliance on restaurants, cereal for dinner never fails.
So no, for the vast majority of my life it hadn’t even occurred to me to learn how to cook. Until I moved to London. (This requires a little back story, so bare with me, I’ll make it quick. I am originally from Stratford Upon Avon but moved with my family to Los Angeles when I was twelve. I have just moved to back to the UK, but to London via a 9 month stint in New York.)
Each place I have lived in has been an entirely unique experience, with each town / city being completely different from the last. There are all sorts of contrasts between them, which I will get onto another time, but the biggest one for me has been food. Not just what you eat, although that is relevant too, but the whole culture surrounding food. The mindset of eating.
You’d have thought, at least in the western world that eating is eating no matter where you are, but it’s not.
To be honest, my head is a cultural dumping ground when it comes to food. It’s a mess of contradictions and extremes. But I love food. Not just food, I love eating. And a long the way I seem to have surrounded myself with good cooks. It seems everyone here knows at the very least the basics. So, I have decided that now, inspired by those around me, and trying to sort through the cultural clutter going on in my head, is as good a time as any to learn how to cook. I’m excited to start!
I plan on sharing all of my successes–and the inevitable failures–along the long road to culinary competency… if not excellence.