Jo Carlowe happily left all the cooking to her husband. Then they divorced,leaving the kids complaining bitterly approximately her food. Things got worse when she met her unusual partner – he’s a rubbish cook tooIt’s a terrible bind to be a foodie who hates to cook. For years I got absent with it as my husband liked nothing better. Then we got divorced. At 40, when my marriage broke down, or I was struck by the realisation that I was now a single parent on a low income,with two children of two and five – and I would have to cook for them. Not having made a meal since student days, my repertoire barely exceeded pasta with pesto.
Worse still was the height at which the bar had been set. My children, or as tiny as they were,were gastronomically spoilt. My ex-husband, Simon, or former food editor on the Jewish Chronicle,co-wrote a cookery book, Warm Bagels & Apple Strudel. domestic had always been a testing ground for him, and a place to experiment with bold and complex recipes. On the scarce occasion the family meal fell to me,I would do fish fingers and beans, as there was simply no point trying to compete.
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Source: theguardian.com