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The horror as what lurks down low among the chives. The backyard, Geilston Bay. November 2010.

Another day, another questionnaire... Today, What Kind of Cook Am I?

Are you a good cook?

I believe so.

What kind of cook are you?

An instinctive one.

What is your speciality?

It depends who you ask. I like my gulyás. Ezra likes my Kim-chi Bo-kum-bop. Henry likes my cakes.

What was the last meal you ate?

Evening meal? It was a steak sandwich with the lot.

Do you eat breakfast?

Yes, EVERY day. I have been better about this in the past six months.

Name a food you dislike.

I hate nuts, but then again, they hate me too. If I had to name something that wouldn’t kill me if I ate it, I’m not a big fan of tuna.

What is your favourite fast food restaurant?

It depends on my mood. I like Nandos. If there were an Oporto in Tasmania, I’d be a regular there.

Where do you like to eat with friends?

I should confess that I don’t like to eat with friends.

Pancakes or French toast?

I cook a lot more pancakes than I do French toast, but I do love a good savoury French toast.

Are you a coffee drinker? Or tea?

Coffee. I am not a coffee snob though. Coffee snobs bore me.

How do you like your eggs?

Every which way!

What kind of jam do you like on your peanut better sandwich?

Pass.

What is your favourite ice-cream?

I like coffee ice cream. Or a nice choc mint.

If someone surprised you with a meal, what would please you most?

Something without nuts would be a start. Bangers and mash in brown onion gravy with peas on the side.

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