Cooking up a money storm
Everyone’s an aspiring master chef now.
Some days, it feels like all there is on TV are cooking competitions.
It’s paved the way for the marketing of a massive range of specialised kitchenware so wonderful it’s easy to lose control and end up with cupboards stuffed to bursting with singlepurpose items.
In my household there’s a strict(ish) ban on buying things that do something only marginally better than we can already do it.
Single-purpose items are welcomed, only if they will be used frequently.
The other day I enjoyed the guilty pleasure of leafing through Milly’s Kitchen’s catalogue.
I love Milly’s Kitchen. It’s a shop in Auckland’s posh-butquirky suburb of Ponsonby.
Entering is like stepping into a polished copper wonderland. It’s hard to leave without stuff you didn’t know you ‘‘needed’’ before