Do you ever find that sometimes you end up being away from your kitchen for days on end? When that happens I suffer from withdrawal symptoms. It’s the odd things I crave in these periods away from the stove – my pots and pans, my beautiful handmade Japanese knife and oddly even my spatula (the most under-rated of kitchen implements).
There is something therapeutic about the noise of cooking – butter bubbling, the sizzle of meat in the pan, the plop of a jelly as it turns out of its mould – that one misses. While it’s undeniably a pleasure and a privilege to be cooked for, in the end I simply long to be back at the culinary helm.
And although I love eating foreign cuisines on holiday and make it my quest to find as many local, neighbourhood joints as I can, after a certain period of time, no matter how good the food, I always end up longing for a good sausage, a healthy mound of mash and some dark onion gravy. Nobody makes sausages like the English.
That’s my opinion anyway. Perhaps I should throw this one open to the board… why not let me know what you miss when you’re abroad or end up away from your kitchen for a little too long?