I don't live in the Berkshire area but hope you don't mind me commenting on this article. I am envious of those who were encouraged to learn cooking and baking by 'assisting' their mothers and/or other family members from an early age. Certainly up till I was about 10 my mother would do the week's baking on a Friday night, after I'd gone to bed and I think my dad had gone to the pub. I was always shoo-ed away when she was cooking meals so I didn't get in her way.
After that time my mother went out to work and didn't have much time to bake. Maybe an apple pie was done after the Sunday roast, and the occasional fruit or birthday cake, but I was never encouraged to help or even watch in any way. When I was first married my poor husband never knew what was going to turn up on his plate!
With the help of a Mrs Beeton cookbook, over the years I became quite proficient but my husband never let me forget the particular chicken I'd bought because it had a lot of breast on it - well I'd never eaten duck before so I didn't know what it looked like without it's head and feathers
Son's fiancee hates us - we're going to family therapy
My dilemma is that she's a slob - how to discuss with her?
A level of gravitas and decorum has been lost - don't think she's a naive player