The Painter In The Kitchen (Paperback)

Paperback. I hate winter. It probably is the result of having been a child in southern Holland and having to bike to school, always against the wind, pedaling through snowdrifts and sleet. Early on I vowed that when I grew up I was moving to a warmer climate. So for years I spent six months of the year on the top floor of a building from where I could see beautiful old churches in the centre of Rome and I lived the other half of the year perched above Darlinghurst in Sydney, looking towards the lights of the city. Some people think is the perfect life, and in some ways maybe it is. You get the best of both worlds -baroque and Bondi. And summer twice a year. The one thing is that you need two of everything -two houses, two studios and two wardrobes. And of course two fully equipped kitchens. As a painter, I worked in both places, literally migrating from summer to summer. Both in Rome and in Sydney, I spent my day in the studio, taking the occasional walk down the corridor or up the stairs to the kitchen to stir a cooking pan to retain my sanity. Sometimes I even invented recipes. I might be a painter but I can't explain art. However, I can write down recipes for the things I cook while I paint. Of necessity, the food I eat is quick and easy to prepare, since I don't have the time to stand patiently next to the stove for long periods and I do paint a lot. Although many of these recipes have Mediterranean origins, this is not an Italian cookbook. Nor are all my ideas entirely original - rather, they have evolved over the years from the dishes eaten in good restaurants or in the houses of friends, from dishes my mother made and from recipes found in cookbooks, all gradually altered over time to become new favourites. I'm a great believer in the therapy of cooking. I also strongly believe in making things easy for myself, buying seasonal vegetables fresh from the local shops whilst not being averse to using stock cubes or other harmless shortcuts. Essentially, I cook what looks good in the market on the day. Having lived in Italy for the past twenty-five years -in rural Umbria, Florence and since 1983 in Rome- I have come to understand that the perfect dish relies on just a few basic ingredients. Like traditional cooking, which uses an onion, some tomatoes, virgin olive oil, garlic and the odd egg, the best recipes are simple. I don't even attempt a dish that calls for a kilogram of sliced onions marinated in brown sugar for three weeks. That is why all the recipes in this book are either quick 10-minute jobs or slow cooking dishes which take hours on the stove or in the oven and don't require my constant presence. I have left out any dish that I've burned more than twice or that has been ruined when I was applying a coat of varnish to an oil painting in my studio at the other end of the house. The same selection process applies to the way in which I have ended up with certain plants on both my terraces- certain plants survive and are easy to look after, while others need too much attention and never last through the winter. I reckon life should be simple. So from the outset, this has been a painter's cookbook. I want to paint and cook my favourite dishes. This is the result. Sydney, December 2003 Since then, I have exchanged Rome, a city which became too boring for my liking, for Bangkok, so now I live between Bangkok and Sydney with frequent visits to Europe where my roots still lie, somewhat worn out, but they still are there, gnarled or not. I have added some more Asian recipes to this updated version. Enjoy, This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…