Today our dining room took on the appearance of a photographic studio when a Sydney Morning Herald photographer and stylist came to shoot a number of dishes I had cooked. It was all for a cover story I am writing for the food section of the paper, comparing the cost and convenience of home-cooked food with takeout. Yes, these are the serious and lofty journalistic endeavours I now undertake. Kate Adie look out. For a week Rob and I ate only takeout followed by a week of eating home-cooked food. Eating a lot of takeout started off as a fun novelty but then very quickly became BOOORRRINNG. Today I had to cook all the meals again for the stylist and photographer to make look incredible. Suddenly a pile of brown casserole looked like something from the pages of a Roux Brothers cookbook. Now we have 14 portions of cooked food to eat, so tonight our next door neighbours are coming in to help us eat a roast chicken, a mushroom rissotto, a lamb casserole, a chicken casserole, roasted salmon and fillet steak. Food poisoning anyone?
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