I didn’t have to be a health inspector. I could have been a Chef.
Or so people say.
However, I have seen too much of the food industry to ever want to be a part of it.
Hard work, heartache, and very rarely – success.
A lot like marriage.
The main pleasure I have these days – apart from all the other pleasures – is food. I usually have no one to share the food with, so I am sharing the recipes. These are my own recipes, some admittedly inspired by others’ but necessarily different because of unavailable ingredients, different personal tastes or just through experimentation.
For years I kept a diary of my favourite recipes, but now it is either discarded, or in a lock-up in Wellington. Now I keep them on-line.