I’m the girl who placed a jar of pasta sauce (including the metal lid) in the microwave. I’m also the girl who, fancying a good old warm glass of milk, put the glass on an Aga hot plate, which quickly shattered and splattered the milk everywhere. On my last day at home this vac, I thought I’d cook a meal for my family to go out with a bang (not the literal bang of a broken kitchen appliance but rather the figurative bang of my family being wowed by my butterfly-like transformation). My dish of choice? A paella to rival Nigella.
My first great challenge was checking that I had all of the relevant ingredients; I was forced to buy the sophisticated product that is turmeric, which I will never use again. The cooking process was surprisingly stress-free since I didn’t drop anything or burn myself. I was starving though, which made me a bit of an impatient and irritable chef. Sorry, family. As it turns out, lightly frying onion and chorizo is simple and therapeutic. I did manage to get some of the bright yellow turmeric powder on my cheek which didn’t suit me as well as my usual No7 blush.
All in all, the food looked edible upon serving and the feedback was positive so I think I might go so far as to say that this was a gastronomic success. There’s hope for us all.
