Week 2 didn’t start well. I’d a bit of a panic on Sunday, anxious about getting back into the kitchen, already worrying about my exams, and just generally feeling frazzled. Thankfully, my Monday went OK, no disasters and only (another) two minor cuts. I’m thinking of taking shares in a sticking plaster company instead of a food business.
If you are only going to go to one cookery school, make it Ballymaloe. It’s not so much a cookery school as a philosophy and way of life. Before being introduced to the kitchen, you’re introduced to the garden. Knowing where your food is coming from is key, all the way back to a wheelbarrow full of soil.
Well, well, I’m actually typing this at the kitchen table in Pennyworth Cottage in Ballymaloe Cookery School.
For years, I’ve said that the first thing I’d do if I won the Lotto/when I retired, was the 12 week cookery course in Ballymaloe. I don’t know how it happened but it was a little like Babe: ‘Farmer Hoggett knew that little ideas that tickled and nagged and refused to go away should never be ignored. For in them, lie the seeds of destiny‘. Continue reading “The Bear goes to Ballymaloe!”