Irish stew was the first proper meal I cooked. I was 11 and my mum rang from work saying “Make the Irish stew.”
I was terrified as I’d only made toast or fairy cakes up til then. Her instructions were sparse - layer meat and sliced onions, carrots and potatoes in the pot, pour over stock and put it in the oven. I’m amazed I didn’t chop my fingers off 😂
Somehow it came out tasting the same as her Irish Stew. It was a seminal moment for me - So it’s not some sort of magic that only grown ups can do?
From then on I was hooked.