I grew up not appreciating how lucky I was that my mum cooked us amazing food every day. There was always something different on the table each day, and it was always delicious. The aroma of fried spices when I came home from school or from playing in the street was…homely, comforting and generally great to come back to.
Then I moved away from home to study and lived on baked beans, Findus Crispy Pancakes and fish finger sandwiches; but still not appreciating my mum’s cooking because basically I was too busy having a good time.
Eventually I got married and my wife was introduced to my family and to our Parsi food and it wasn’t long before she was asking me: “Why can’t you cook like your mum?” At which point I started to think that maybe it’s time to learn.
So that’s what I’m trying to do. I’m going to spend the next 12 months learning how to cook the sort of food that I grew up with and thought it would be interesting to chart my progress using words and pictures, so that anyone could share in my successes and inevitable failures.
I’m nowhere near being a professional cook, and I’m pretty poor at taking photographs, so neither are going to be perfect.