I think I have one. But it's an odd one.
I'm addicted to Masterchef Australia.
Well, just food programmes in general.
It is a rather masochistic thing though, because I always think I'll never be good enough to cook to that level myself. My best mate calls it food porn, and I guess in a weird way it is.
I guess it's along the same lines as writing; to get better, you've got to read, and read a ridiculous amount. The same with cooking, which I love; I read cookbooks as though they were novels, and will lost entire nights of my life watching the Hairy Bikers and Masterchef Australia.
Like the crazy spanish dude Miguel who's just made paella. It's almost worth moving to Australia just to go to his restaurant.
I hate people who say food is just for fuel, and shouldn't be anything special. That's a daft attitude to have; fair enough eating is something we just have to do, but why not make it exciting while we're at it? I for one cannot wait to get my own kitchen, I'll be having dinner parties all the time.
My other blog is obstensibly a foodie blog, when I remember to update it, recording my experiments, mishaps and discoveries. Feel free to tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, or if you have ideas you'd like me to try. I am always open to suggestions.
On a different note, my last post was a tribute to a great racer and human being. The tragic accident that took Marco Simoncelli's life horribly involved his best mate, Valentino Rossi. This has to be one of the saddest, yet most beautiful things I have ever seen: http://www.valentinorossi.com/index-en.html
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