It’s that time again. We all go through it, we have had our holidays and are preparing to go back to work. I have decided to embark on a journey with some friends of mine. I will introduce them in a short second. But my plan is to fill the freezer with meals that I can take out on a random Tuesday and heat up for my family. The one bad thing (LOL) about Covid-19, is that it really made Uber Eats waaaay too accessible.
You see, we lost my mother to cancer 6 years ago. She was my mama, my friend, my biggest supporter and sometimes, when I’m stressed or worn down, all I want is a big Mama hug. So these dishes that I am putting in the freezer can be taken out mid term for multiple reasons. Because it’s healthier and cheaper than giving up and consuming an entire takeaway pizza (who am I trying to kid, we all know there are chicken wings too). But also, sitting down to a big bowl of food from my childhood fills my belly with warmth, like the hug I desperately need. They may not be the fanciest, or most accurate meals, but they are made withy favourite ingredient. Love. I find that the most glorious things always look so sloppy messes in a picture.
The woman was and always will be my hero. When my dad died in a tragic accident, she was left as a widower to raise 4 children. I call the hand scribbled recipes she gave me the book of “I’m a single parent with one income. How do I use a small budget to feed my 4 children, all the children from the neighbourhood that they insist on inviting over every afternoon after school and a few extra family members that drop around'”. She is #mothergoals for me.
So, it’s time to introduce the Dream Team. Meet 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲,𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫. I contemplated finding a stock image, because my poor old Salvator is not in the greatest condition. Social media is full of people taking ‘insta’ photos of their perfect kitchen, with brand new appliances, then saying ‘gosh, my kitchen is so messy’. #FishingForCompliments But then I remembered who I am. SO NOT HERE PEEPS. Let’s be real. Salvator the Slow Cooker cost me $40 from Big W, 10 years ago. He has bumps, bruises, stains to his exterior that can’t be scrubbed off in the bath. There will be not Face Tuning Salvador to change his appearance. He is perfect the way he is and I love him for the food he has loving bubbled away for us.
Another member of my Dream Team is ‘Ninja Nina’. She is a permanent fixture on our bench top. She grills a steak in 4 minutes, air fries up some hot chips (or fries if you aren’t accustomed to Aussie talk) in 15 minutes and roasts a chicken in 40 minutes!
Finally, to round off the Dream Team, we have ‘Konraad The Wise’ Kenwood. Konraad knows just what to do when we need to blend things, whip things or smooth things out. He knows that I have a severe issue with chunky things. Especially drinks. That’s probably something else I should talk to my psych about right?
As a 37 year old, I never predicted that I would be living life without my women warriors. Having unexpectedly lost my mother, aunty, mother in law and grand parents all in my thirties; I’m so grateful for spending my twenties learning how to cook up the feasts that brought us all together.
So please make sure you take the time to learn the things you love, from the people you love the most.
If you want to check out all the recipes for the delicious foods my dream team has prepared for me, jump on over the the ‘For the love of food’ tab for the recipes.