Catering equipment is integral to my existence
How time changes a girl. Once, all I wanted to shop for were clothes and music. Now I find myself staring at the catering equipment and kitchen utensils like a housewife.
As soon as I’ve eaten lunch, I think about what to have for dinner. As I walk home from work, for at least 50 per cent of the 35 minutes it takes me, I think about what to cook my boyfriend and me for dinner.
It’s an obsession that can’t be quelled. As soon as I get in from work I go to the kitchen and look at what’s in the fridge, throwing around cooking possibilities in my head until I decide on one, then I start cooking.
Where has my catering obsession come from?
Most obsessions are about chasing a gratification, a prize, something you want. But my obsession is anything but gratifying; I get intensely stressed in the kitchen and smoke about ten cigarettes and swig around half a bottle of wine as I work myself into a state trying to time everything perfectly.
Always, about ten minutes from the end, I get a massive urge to sit down and give up.
Cue a frantic few minutes of plate juggling and final preparations with bread extracted almost too late from a roaring oven, a make-up-smudging mini face sauna for me as a by-product of the spaghetti draining and a frantic cobbling together of a salad which I always forget to do until the last minute and at last…dinner is served.
Actual photo of me cooking
And then I realise the last thing I want to do is eat.
Then I drink more wine with the food and fall asleep on the sofa without fail, waking with a sore neck and dry throat circa 2am. Then I do it all again the next day. These are my only extracurricular activities. Thank goodness for catering equipment.
