Kitchenistas everywhere, I salute you
I’m ripping off this moniker from my ex-pat brother who uses it to describe himself, and rightly so. He’s a mean cook and knows his way around both a kitchen and great ingredients.
His early missives from London were loaded with what he’d found in the market and how he cooked it for friends, described so lovingly that I could taste it right off the page.
Lamenting on Twitter this morning, he wrote: How is it I have a “favourite” colander and can justify packing two of ‘em to Australia? Am I a sad kitchenista and where do I draw the line?
Search deep within your soul, Joe, and then pat yourself on the back. Two is always better than one.
