Now, I am no great cook. I’m not Michel Roux or the oh so charming Michel Roux Jr and I’m never going to make it onto Masterchef. No, not me. I can still burn toast. In fact, this lunchtime, along with mackerel with lemon and sumac that Alexander wolfed down, I did manage to burn some chips that went straight into the bin. I have no patience; that’s my cooking downfall. Nevertheless, I’m a  responsible adult now with one, two, three or four mouths to feed (depending on whether you think it’s my responsibility to feed, apart from the obvious toddler PCG, Mr PCG, myself and the au pair- I’ll go for the toddler, myself and sometimes Mr PCG but to be honest he often cooks his own pasta whilst I eat my homemade chicken soup – elixir for the soul and new all round health boost diet). Continue Reading