The Story of The Cook's Toolkit
I love to cook, but I don’t like having to. I need to eat and I’ve got too much to do – a problem I would seem to share with, let’s see, about half the world.
Some days I live to cook, others I cook to live. Sometimes I can happily spend three days in the kitchen preparing a sauce to be devoured in ten minutes. Others, when I need my mind to myself, I could cheerfully take to the kitchen with a chainsaw.
I designed a boutique cook's organiser for myself because existing products didn't do the half of what I needed and even less of what I wanted. So I developed my own – the first all-in-one cook's organiser – that helps with everything from recipe indexing to meal and shopping planning. Now, because I know what an absolutely huge responsibility it is to be charged with the health and well-being of those you love, I'm sharing my good thing around. ~ Susan Bennett. The Original Clever Pumpkin
Fiction by Susan Bennett
Four women are about to start a The romance is over: Edward & Bella
a mob war ~ and nails WILL be broken. twenty years on. (Free download.)
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About Me
If I hit my funny bone, it hurts. Occasionally, I remember to check my belly-button for fluff. Sometimes I'm surprised by what I find there.
My first job entailed selling very large knives (think the bowie knife – that’s not a knife, this is a knife – from Crocodile Dundee) to complete strangers, along with camping goods and other assorted goodies such as replica pistols. Twenty years on, it finally occurred to me to wonder what some of those people wanted those replica pistols for, and I strongly suspect that many of the people I sold handcuffs to weren’t actually buying them as a joke gift, as they claimed. As such thoughts never entered my young head, I looked my customers happily in the eye, smiling broadly as I helped them with their purchases, never suspecting that in an hour’s time they would be handcuffed to a bed somewhere.
That first job taught me everything I would need to know about life – namely that the biggest, hairiest, most tattooed people often turn out to be the loveliest, and the reason Swiss Army knives come with nail files and scissors is because you’re going to break your nails opening out those nail files and scissors. The Swiss Army knife is, I think, the greatest metaphor for the giant cosmic joke that is life.
Since then I’ve worked in a mercantile agency, in technical support in the early days of P.C.s; mostly in administration and once, packing boxes. The less said about that last one the better.
My blogspot is Fudging The Menu.