What the crepe was that all about?

Sometimes in life, things just don’t go according to plan and this year has certainly been one of those. The events of the cyclone took something away that I thought nothing ever could. The Food Junkie lost her spice.

Having to cancel cooking Masterclass and due to repair dates and not being able to reschedule. Pack up our home kitchen and cook books, and again wait for repairs, was for me like packing up my passion. Hanging up the pots and pans. Compared to others, we were one of the lucky ones. Not too much damage and prepared to wait for those in need attention to go first. (Insurance company permitting)

Since starting the masterclass the journey has been just amazing. Sharing my passion, the truly touching feedback and my own personal gain. Putting classes together I’ve learnt so much.

Food it never stops giving, you never stop learning. I was living the junkie high.

Then boom, the cold turkey of my food junkie hits were taken away and so the culinary vibrations smouldered away. The piles of subscription cooking magazines piled up in the corner, untouched and unloved. This might seem a bit whatever, but we're talking about a girl who can't even walk past a newsagents, without seeing if there is a new mag out. I just felt so distant.

But my fabulous news is it is coming back in full swing. As our last kitchen bench gets installed this week and the tiler will complete the finishing touch early next week (I hope). The test kitchen will be back and better than ever. I can feel the taste sensation and epicurean knowledge starting to flood back in. Bigger and better than the flooding surges that took it away.

I do want to apologise for the missing me and look forward to the igniting the scrumptious, appetising and piquant flames back into my culinary passion.