I don't know you, but I get really bored of cooking.
If I were really really rich I'd have a cook and someone to wash my hair everyday. Don't you just love having your hair washed? I'm digressing here.... food ah yes, food. My lot are not very adventurous with food. No salads (the odd leaf in a sandwich is vaguely acceptable. No tomatoes. Not everybody eats eggs. Or salmon. Or fish in general. Or steak. No zucchinis or aubergines. No avocados (wait... that's me). Not too spicy from one camp. More spicy from the other side.
Trying to find something that everybody eats is tricky. And boring. Deadly at times. There are moment that if see another piece of chicken I might lose the plot.
More than usual that is....
Sometimes I just don't care.
Sometimes I tried doing something new and keep my fingers crossed. Sometimes they surprise me and love the result - last night paella (with prawns!! I know... daring) was a hit for example. Who would have thought eh? I was ready for battle and all...
And sometimes they surprise me and don't love something I would have sworn they'd do.
For example last night, for dessert*, I baked Portuguese custard tarts from Bill Granger's everyday food. (Both recipe were on the same page... it's easy that way!)
I'd never made them before.
But these babies are gooooooooooood!
... even if they don't look very pretty...
(not sure how they're supposed to look)... trust me they very very very goooooooooooood!
And the boys didn't like them. Not one of them.
*don't be ridiculous I don't always bake things for dessert. More often than not I hold a gun to their heads and ask them nicely to eat a piece of fruit.
**I don't own a gun. It was a figure of speech. For dramatic effect.