Motherchef – the next big thing

I am one of (apparently) only a handful of Australians who does NOT watch Masterchef. No, I’m not watching something more socially significant. And no, I am not too busy whipping up a sautee squab souffle to flick the tv on. I just don’t particularly enjoy cooking.

I actually used to love it. BC. Before Children. Something about making dinner for 6 people every night only to hear choruses of “I don’t like it”  quashed my enthusiasm. Don’t get me wrong, the munchkins are not particularly fussy eaters. It’s just that, between the 4 of them and the 2 of us (Hubby is a meat-eater and I’d really rather not), there are very few dishes that manage to make everyone happy. And there are only so many nights a week that I can stand spaghetti bolognese.

Now, please don’t misunderstand. I am not the pandering, cook a different meal for each individual type. I am more of the ‘eat what’s put in front of you, there are children starving in Africa’ type. But constant, nightly criticism does dampen your drive to experiment.

There are highlights in my culinary journey which warm the cockles of my Motherchef heart. Sadly, they go something like “Yay! We’re having overcooked chicken for dinner!” (I swear, I overcooked it ONE time and the name just STUCK!) Or, my personal favourite (and last night’s gem), “It’s not as bad as the first time, but I still don’t like it”. Then, there was tonight’s high praise “I’m not really sure that I like it. It’s just that I nearly threw up.” LOL. Aaaaahhhh, it means so much to a Motherchef to be appreciated.

So, tonight I threw caution to the wind. I went out on a limb. I took a calculated risk. Okay, my cooking is about as adventurous as my writing, but I thought I was on a winner with this one…..crepes! With vegetable filling – mmmmmm (and a little bit of meat thrown in, to appease the carnivores). And guess what? There were no complaints. At least, none I chose to listen to.