This is a story of numbers3 weeks. In 3 weeks I am learning how to be a grown up.
In 3 weeks I will move into my first house.
A house with 3 hilarious, silly, kind and generous girls.
I have spent 1 week learning how to cook.
In truth though I have known how to cook for many years. I have spent this past week learning how to follow a recipe, how to time different dishes so they arrive on the table at the same time and how not to fry onions to the bottom of the pan.
This has happened 2 times already.
There have been at least 5 soaked pans on the draining board this week.
The longest one was there for was 3 days. Welded might be a better description of the food stuck to it.
There has been only 1 emergency run to the supermarket.
So far I have cooked 2 different types of meat, done potatoes 2 different ways and made 1 batch of bread dough.
I have also figured out the perfect plastic tub in which to store meal leftovers.
The best figure of all though is that from Monday to Friday there were 5 hot, edible and tasty meals on the table each evening.
This grown up lark...we're getting there!
The photos are from the party we held this weekend and the food is therefore not my creations but my mums- I have the best teacher!