Hello there!
I’m very chuffed to be the guest host of the Weekend Rewind this week at the invitation of Maxabella, Life Love and Hiccups, Sonia Styling and Kelly Exeter, aka the Rewind girls (sounds like an eighties band, right?)
If you’re visiting from the Rewind, welcome. I’m very glad to have you aboard. Cooker and a Looker is supposed to be a food blog, but I can think of at least ten reasons why I’m not really a food blogger.
I started writing Cooker and a Looker back in 2012 because my husband dared me to. First confession right there: I didn’t have any long held desire to be a food blogger. So convinced was I that the world needed another food blog like it needed it another green smoothie recipe, I didn’t tell anyone outside of my immediate family for months.
I don’t like truffles. There. I said it. They’ll likely strike my name from the food blogger register for this admission, but I just don’t see the hype. They’re expensive. They’re fungus. They’re expensive fungus. In my book, the best bit about them is how humans need help from pigs to find them. Cool story, but it doesn’t improve the taste.
I’m so easily distracted in the morning, that I boil the kids porridge over at least once a week. For the same reason, I routinely serve them not-very-dippy eggs.
I prefer the taste of tinned beetroot to fresh. Dad jokes lie, you can beat a root. 
My most popular pin on Pinterest is an abomination of a classic Australian poem.
My guilty pleasure is a strasburg sandwich.
I cook on one half of my kitchen bench. The other end is covered assorted scheiße: a tin of shoe polish, the Little Sister’s play dough beach scene, two hairbrushes with broken handles, Bearhands’ dreadful pair of spare sunnies and a note from school that I should really do something about.
Because my kitchen bench is so cluttered, I photograph most of my recipes on the dining room table and sometimes I even have to shove the school readers, colouring and costumes to one end.
I recently installed a “most popular posts” widget in my sidebar and there is not a recipe among them.
I feed my family ugly food and I write about it.
Enough about me, let’s party!
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This is awesome Amanda, I feel exactly the same way! We will have toast for tea once a week, I clear away the lego/cars/books and nappies to take my photos and there is often a sneaky little hand protruding in at least a couple of shots!