Thursday, 22 April 2010

A frustrated communist cook with a non-dietary conscience

It's been a while I know! I've been busy gathering and trying new recipes, getting frustrated at not being able to make every single thing I see because everyone around me is angry at me for fattening them up. The worst thing for me is having a boyfriend who is on a diet. The truth is - I never eat any of the things I make, bake and I have never had to go on a diet in my life, so I become unreasonably impatient with people who slow me down with their diets which don't make any sense to me. I taste everything, naturellement, but that's it. I've also made a new cooking friend - someone who's as crazy about cooking as me, a perfectionist who, like me, is always looking for the perfect combination even after having just made the perfect combination. We are sick, I know. The truth is this: I unconsciously want to fatten up my boyfriend so that other girls don't look at him.

Oh and yes, there's an economic crisis in Greece so I've also spent many hours in cafes complaining and arguing about the Greek government, reading Naomi Klein and Jean Ziegler and getting all conspiracy-minded which, mind you, does fit reality where Greece is concerned but still makes me leave the table in a huff and puff when I lovingly get called a communist! I do come back though to finish my six euro milkshake (yes, we have crazy prices here for communists) which after a year of gentle coaxing, I have finally succeeded in getting the waiter to tailor-make to my tastes. Have taught Max to sit at the table and sip one too rather than run after high-heels.

Anyway, enough of that. I'll be back in a little while with many many New World Order recipes!