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The Fresh Living Challenge

Living with a Chef creates a different kind of challenge: What can I make to impress him?

For as long as I can remember, P-J's told our family and friends - when they um and aah about cooking for him - "I won't judge at all. It will be such a treat to not have to cook for myself!"...And I believe him wholeheartedly.

But what meal could I prepare to truly impress him?

Then it came to me: It's not about the dish. This is about a decision to be less intimidated and more instigative (I just made that version of the word up) in the kitchen.

As a birthday gift one year, my sister gave me a subscription to a local lifestyle magazine. One of my best gifts, ever. Each month I read the mag cover-to-cover and cut out or copied the recipes into a recipe book. FOR FUTURE REFERENCE I told myself. Yet despite having cooked more in the last 3 weeks on leave than in the 3 months prior to that, I am not the Barefoot Contessa in any way, shape or form!

Introducing the Fresh Living Challenge: A commitment to preparing 1 'speciality' dish a week to feed my brood, treat our family and most importantly, display more confidence in my kitchen.

How will I decide on a recipe? Well, I'll use every day ingredients so as to not blow a hole in our grocery budget and I will prepare foods that we're likely to enjoy (so the blue cheese tartlets and icy tequila cream is out, Okes).

And what will I do with it? Ummm... I'll post a pic of course! I'm not out to compete with Julia Childs or Julie Powell of the Julie&Julia fame at all, so don't expect that of me. But you can expect to find an apron my size hanging in my kitchen, permanently.

Dream big, start small

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