Getting Out of the Bubble

I am the bad cook in my family. When I was younger jokes were always made about the time that I confused teaspoon and tablespoons when putting baking powder in the pancake mix (I was 8!!) and it kind of stuck. It might be partially because my family has so many good cooks in it. My mum is the queen of making the most simple dishes taste incredible and inventive cooking. She's the mum who cooked soufflés for us as babies and always made killer school lunches and weeknight dinners, despite working full time. She's also the kind of person who hates eating at restaurants very often because she thinks that her food is better (and a lot of the time it is). My dad is fantastic at the gluttons food, he makes all those comforting meals that are firm favourites and make me drool; roasts, casseroles, curries, decadent desserts...the list goes on. He grows his own chillis and "gigantoes" (giant tomatoes) and bakes bread a couple times a week. My sister was always the s