Chelsea (also known as the Port half of this lovely blog) is that quiet girl who sits in the corner. Doing what, you ask? Probably daydreaming about food.
Long story short, she didn’t always have the luxury of eating extravagant things; sometimes dinner would consist of regular ol’ KD with (depending on how fancy the occasion) chopped up hotdogs. Blame it on the glorious sinkhole of broke studenthood.
But these days, now that she’s got a career and some of that grown-up stuff all sorted out, she has a bit more carte blanche to do what she wants in the kitchen.
What’s her favourite food? That’s a dumb question. Does she diet? That’s also a dumb question.
Her happy place consists staying in for the night, putzing around the kitchen in stretchy pants with a glass of wine in hand. Preferably a red. Or white. (Or, let’s face it, whatever bottle was on sale.)
Nigella Lawson once wrote (uh-oh she’s starting with a quote…) “I don’t believe you can ever really cook unless you love eating.”
Does Finn love to cook because of how much she loves to eat? Or did she learn to enjoy food so much thanks to her love of cooking? It’s a chicken and egg situation. Either way, Nigella was spot on.
Finn inherited her love of cooking from her Dad. Even back when she thought olives were gross and polenta was ‘grotsky,’ she loved to spend time with her Dad in the kitchen. Nowadays it’s kind of a power struggle for who gets control and who has better knife skills (still him), but thankfully they don’t cook together much.
These days, after stubbornly training herself to love all foods, she adores olives and really enjoys a great polenta.
PS She is still not a big fan of those frozen cooked peas. I mean, she’ll eat them. She’ll add them to recipes. But like, come ON! They smell like feet. It’s just the truth.