The Kitchen Assistant (TKA) is my other-half’s 4 year old son. My other half being B – a very patient woman who puts up with being dragged from food festival, to restaurant, to car park at the arse end of nowhere on a freezing cold night to eat street food.
TKA is my chief taster, harshest critic and most able aide. He is also, it seems, the biggest fan of Spanish Serrano ham that I know.
I have a inkling that as long as our Sunday afternoon sessions in the kitchen continue, it shan’t be too long before yours truly becomes the assistant!!
I’m sure you will see references to him throughout the blog so I thought I’d put a page up so you knew who he was.
Oh and woe betide you if you happen to come near him with mushrooms – raw or cooked – he will demolish the lot.