Carole (alias Cooking Wench!)

My name is Carole (alias Cooking Wench!). I am 51 years young and am a Demand Planner within the technology industry during the day but once out of the office my happiest place is the kitchen.  At home we have a smal but well appointed kitchen which includes a  huge open spice rack on the wall and a gas hob including a wok burner.  I love the immediacy of gas.  I love experimenting and cooking different recipes.  I adore food, its as simple as that.  I love eating it, cooking it and learning about it.  It always amazes me the alchemy that occurs when you combine a few ingredients to create some divine, delectable concoction.

This blog is all about food and about my passion for food.

Some people eat to live. For me food is central to my life and it is not simply fuel to get me through life.  It can transform the dreariest day and the worst week.

Welcome to my culinary journey, I hope you will share it with me.

 

There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman (1903) act 1
Irish dramatist & socialist (1856 – 1950)

9 Responses to Carole (alias Cooking Wench!)

  1. Like the new blog Carole well done.

  2. Pre-raphaelite says:

    Thanks Charlotte 🙂

  3. Maria says:

    Great blog Carole! I look forward to reading more!

  4. Ana says:

    I love your blog, Carole, its brilliant! Love the way you write, the way you express yourself 🙂

  5. Clair says:

    The website looks great, Carole! Looks like you’re going to have a lot of fun writing your blogs! Love Clair

  6. Jackie White says:

    I used to live next door to Carole, and I can vouch that her culinary creations hit the mark: what she can do with Mascarpone cheese and lime is reserved for prime time viewing only! I would arrive, exhausted, on the pavement outside our houses on Friday night, plonk my briefcase on the pavement, and not make it into my house till midnight (even though I lived next door to her.) She always had something to savour, something on the go, and my heart and head would be drawn to the aroma, the food, and the genuine companionship that went with one of Carole’s creations. I place my briefcase on the pavement in my new home in Oxfordshire, waiting in vain for that neighbour to cook for me: ten years and counting; come back, Carole, all is forgiven!

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