I remember once being at the school playground eight years ago after having just moved house and saying that I would do it all again. Having spent the last four weeks moving house I cannot believe that I have repeated those same words again just a few days ago, sat in a very cramped car full of flat pack furniture and a perspiring husband.
It's safe to say that after this experience I will not be declaring my love for moving or be making any promises of doing it all again. In fact I don't think I can look at colour charts, carpet samples or bathroom tiles ever again.
'Somehow in and amongst the madness I have managed to find ways of cooking and baking.'Granted it has not always been easy but it has been eye opening to be in a position where I have had to cook and feed my family using just the basics that I have at home.
With very little in the fridge and way too much unsalted butter it was easier than I thought it was going to be. I have always been of the belief of 'waste not want not' but this truly put my imagination to the test by the end of the week.
A few sorry wrinkly aubergines were turned into a three bean moussaka, a medley of aged root veg were turned into a stew and a very lonely and forgotten chorizo was turned into a hash. I even managed dessert, making mango cheesecake using some left over digestives and some over ripened sweet mangoes from the fruit bowl.
'Being pushed into a corner to use up what I had made me realise that not only did it induce creativity it was actually a lot of fun.'
Despite the madness of moving house and despite being torn away from my oven for all of nine days (longest nine days of my life) I managed to cook and feed my family without compromising on creativity.
So although I don't welcome another house move (yet) I do welcome using up and ingredients that may otherwise only end up in the compost bin.