Good Food Blog
Coping without kitchenwarePosted at 10:02AM, 02 July 2008 by Andrea McGinniss - Editor, bbcgoodfood.com
I've just moved into a new flat, all by myself. As one friend pointed out, now I can sit on the couch and eat a tin of corn kernels without anyone commenting. It's absolutely brilliant. The only problem is, I can't open the can. I don't have a tin opener. Or a plate. Or a fork to eat it with come to mention it. Needless to say, the first few days of trying to cook in my very own kitchen have been quite a challenge!
When you move into a share house it's all there waiting for you. Sure, the knives may be blunt, the crockery mismatching and the pots wobbly, but at least they're there. In my excitement over my new independence I forgot to check if the rent included kitchenware. It didn't. But like MacGyver who could disarm bombs, wriggle out of a straitjacket and pick up babes with just a blob of Blu-Tack, I've quickly learnt to become creative with minimal equipment.
In my excitement over my new independence I forgot to check if the rent included kitchenware. It didn't.
The irony is I've got everything you never need from birthdays and Christmas's past. Along with a wall of cookbooks I love to look at but rarely use, I have as follows: a Magimix , a potato ricer, a loose-bottomed tart tin and a fancy parmesan grater. Yes I can blitz up some pesto, bake a mash potato tart and sprinkle it with Parmagiano Reggiano but can I make a cup of tea? No.
With this in mind I tackled my first living-solo-Sunday-hangover with trepidation. Brain foggy, I picked up the greasy brekky staples from my new corner shop. I spread butter on the bread with a teaspoon, cut open the bacon packet with several jabs of the spoon handle, fried it in my lone pan, and served it atop a plastic bag plate.
I left the cheese on the counter until crumbly, and scooped spoonfuls onto bread for a toasted sandwich. I broke mum's rule and drank milk from the carton, ate a tin of tuna with pull ring lid, and (lack of resources makes me do the craziest things) ate some fruit. Still, at least there was no washing up.
Now I've had a few days to settle in, I've picked up a few basic bits of equipment, but everytime I go to cook something I realise just how much I seem to need! Next on the list: the tin opener. Then it's corn on the couch all the way.
What gadget could you not live without? What challenging circumstances have you had to cook under?