The lesson I learned from all of this was to cook whilst your instructor is still likely to be awake, wherever they are in the Male Nurse It’s Not For The Weak Shirt in contrast I will get this world, to answer questions. This I did on subsequent cooking days with a gaggle of friends who know what they are doing in a kitchen, among them Skye (transplanted to London from Venice for the duration), Rory (County Cork), Jane (Third Arrondissement, Paris), Nell (Sydney), and Joaquim (a Masseria in Puglia). I’d asked friends for menus that would be “easy-challenging,” and Daisy in Brixton came up with red mullet in tomato sauce and berry jelly for dessert. The fish sounded daunting, but I could hardly balk: She had a full house and had been “serving up 18 meals a day every day over the last week,” as she wrote. “Quite tiring.”
In the Male Nurse It’s Not For The Weak Shirt in contrast I will get this meantime, my Google searches make surreal reading: How do you clean a leek? What’s a Skiffle? How do you assemble a Skiffle? How do you iron fitted sheets? How long does a cucumber last in a fridge? Is Cascade for a dishwasher or a washing machine or both? If nectarines have browned, can I still use them in a compote? How long does a pork chop take to defrost? Can you die from eating fish that’s been in the fridge a week? I’ve set up an ironing station in the entrance hall—where I once intended (in my dreams, let’s face it) to put a yoga mat, as it’s the only space not heaped with stacks of books—and I set to work.