When my mother cooked she did an excellent job, but because of my father's job she didn't cook often.

We had really bad food in boarding school.

And I have a sister, good lord is she bad, she is world renownd in her field, but can't boil an egg if she had to. So, they hired a cook, he was so bad that normally I would eat before I went to her house for lunch/dinner.

Food wasn't important to her, thus it went down to her kids. Food isn't important. They could survive on over boiled pasta with ketchup. (yes she had done it for her kids).


I asked my kids if I am a good cook and what is my worst dish, they said I am a fabulous cook, that is why all their friends prefer to eat at the house rather than at restaurants when they visit us.

Guess I have to give them a good Xmas gift.