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There’s a special feeling I get when a big move is imminent, kind of bittersweetly jittery, kind of wistfully melancholic. All the things I should be doing mill about in my head, jostling for space and I have five or six to-do lists on the go (ok, that last is something I pretty much always have – I amused friends the other day by admitting that I have a list for cooking goals, the latest of which was getting faster at peeling artichokes).
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Confession: I used to have no idea how to cook. When I first moved out when I was 17, I used to subsist mainly on toast and I thought that putting every vegetable I had in the fridge in pasta sauce was a good idea. I could just about manage to make misoshiru.
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People in the various countries where I have lived have often asked me what constitutes a classic example of New Zealand cooking and though I have a very strong idea of what New Zealand cooking means to me, I find it difficult to articulate in a single phrase, which I think perhaps is a good thing, a sign of the complexity of our food culture.
There are the old favourites that we share with Britain of course: fish and chips, roast meals and baking and also the style of cooking we have in common with the Islands – steaming meat and vegetables for a crowd on hot rocks in the ground – the Maori hangi or Pacific Island umu.
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