It’s no secret that I’ve been trying to teach Roger how to
cook. Unfortunately, my success rate isn’t as high as I would have hoped; a
confidence knock has kept him back after a misspell on my account led to him
using a whole bag of flour (how could
he use a kilo of flour?) to try to bring pizza dough back to a knead-able
consistency when too much water was specified in the recipe. One thing I have
learnt is that there is no room for initiative in the novice cook. If a recipe
stated “add poison”, I’m pretty sure Roger would, because the recipe said so. Despite these setbacks,
I still enjoy making Roger watch me cook, even if he doesn’t, in the vain hope
that one day he’ll realise that he can do it too! I know, it won’t ever happen,
but please humour me.
