As you know, I’ve been exploring daintier ways of plating – whenever I feel like it, anyway.
But it’s sometimes impossible when you’re living with a man who eats a lot.
The rule of the game when dishing his hefty portions is pretty much this: Scoop, dunk… then keep piling it on!
And the result would be, at best, like this:
There are days I pretend I’m some chef or culinary genius who can realise the technicalities of fine-dining.
Yesterday was one such day.
I was attempting the stacked technique to plating my food. But along the way, it dawned on me that my edible ‘creation’ started to look a lot like on-campus canteen grub!
Think stony-faced, jaded kitchen-hand messily piling your plate with food, shoving it into your hand and waving you along, so the snaking line behind can progress…
Well, my plate was starting to look like that.