I’m a keen tennis ‘spectator’. Federer’s my main man. He’s calm and cool, going with the flow and making it all look oh-too-easy. The balls seem to be drawn back to him without any effort – how does he do that?
I’m the first to admit that I used to hate cooking (shocking. I know). I came late to the game of cooking – 37 years in, in fact. As the oldest daughter of an amazing Polish mother who whipped up delicious meals seemingly from nothing, you’d think the gift of cooking would have been passed down to me and not my two younger sisters (the youngest of whom just happens to feed delicious organic meals to half of Melbourne for a living now).