DON’T COME DINE WITH ME!
Left tomy own devices, I could turn most people off of the idea of a dinner party – especially if I had to cook. Tired from a long day at work, I once handed my guests a Chinese takeaway menu. I paid for their dishes, so didn’t feel I was any less a domestic diva than if I’d slaved over an oven all afternoon, but they were less than impressed. I thought they were lucky. They escaped without having to taste my burnt offerings. Another time – and I have dined out on this story a lot so forgive me if I’ve told you before – a friend arrived for dinner and I’d forgotten to go shopping or wash up, so I offered him a half-eaten sandwich on an envelope. I did trim off the bitemarks fromthe previous owner (my son!) so didn’t think it was in very bad taste.
The truth is, I can’t cook, and don’t want to. It’s genetic. My mother suffered from the same culinary deficiency and it’s probably why I married an award-winning celebrity chef. So I’ve always been ahead of the curve when it comes to hosting dinner parties – as long as he is there. Eating at my house when my better half is dishing up a delicious five-course menu is only dangerous for one thing– my waist line.
But Dubai is waking up to the idea that entertaining is a piece of cake if you hire a personal chef. Not only do they serve up a Michelin-star-style evening, but you also don’t have to do anythingmore than choose from what’s on the menu too. Find out more on the rise of the personal chefs on page 26 and discover why dining in is the new going out. Until next week,
Dubai is WAKING UP to the idea that entertaining is a PIECE OF CAKE with a PERSONAL CHEF. Not only do they serve up a MICHEL IN-starstyle evening, but all you have to do is CHOOSE from what’ s on the MENU