Call me a prima donna but, like many in the industry, I flat refuse to work without my trusted sous chef. However, in my case, my sous chef is a machine and, frankly, it’s more efficient and talented than me.
If you want your friends and family to think you’re a better cook than you actually are, get yourself a Thermomix. Have you ever wondered how top restaurants manage to make that I-think-I’ve-just-died-and-
There is virtually no cooking task it can’t complete. It cooks, chops , mixes, kneads, measures, stirs, steams and emulsifies. It can make sorbets and stir-fries, bread and béarnaise sauce, pizza dough and pastry. Basically anything I can do, it can do better, and faster. Show off.
If you’re a busy parent, it’s a total godsend. Example. Wednesday night. You’ve had a huge day at work and the thought of having to be on your feet for another hour cooking dinner makes you want to curl up on the kitchen floor in the foetal position. That’s when I throw half a dozen ingredients in my Thermomix and half an hour later there’s a deep, rich, absolutely delicious bolognaise sauce waiting for me. It’ll even grate the parmesan. Aaaah, heaven. And I’ve been able to spend that time on the couch with a glass of red, reading stories to my toddler or having a long overdue chat with a girlfriend.
And, if you’re in domestic goddess mode, you can use it to make yourself a pantry and fridge that Julia Child would be proud of, stocked full of home-made jams, lemon curd, chutneys, relishes, pestos … you can even make your own butter, flavoured with all kinds of deliciousness.
For me, my Thermomix now falls in the same category as my iphone. I actually can’t remember how I functioned before it came into my life. A word of warning though … totally addictive. Don’t say I didn’t tell you.