Last week, a slightly terrified friend was telling me how petrified she is about cooking dinner for a group friends. But then, last spring, I began running a secret monthly supperclub from my flat, catering for up to 30 people at a time.
In fact, without sounding too smug, it’d be a breeze.Supperclubs, where you book to go round to the host's house and pay for your meal, have become somewhat trendy of late but mine came about more by accident than design.Indeed, until recently, I was a graphic designer, albeit one with a passion for food, cooking and generally stuffing my face.So when I became disillusioned with the day job, I decided it to try to take my passion to the next level.Two years ago I put my money where my mouth is and quit my quite cushy, reasonably well paid career and exchanged it for an extremely poorly paid, difficult one as a trainee chef.
After about 12 months sustaining more than my fair share of cuts and burns (if you’d seen my hands and arms you’d have been sure I was into self harming), I reached the stage where I wanted to start trying out my own ideas and writing my own menus.
Then, last New Year's Eve, with 10 people round the table for supper, some of my friends suggested I should charge for the food I cooked.
It was a huge compliment but I never really thought it a feasible idea...
I knew I didn’t have the experience, and certainly not the money, to open a restaurant of my own, but I came up with a radical idea.
With the blessing of my wife Alison, I decided to turn our own one-bedroom flat in south east London into a pop-up restaurant (one that appears for a short time and then disappears just as quickly), advertising it on Facebook and the internet - to see if anyone would turn up. The fun bit for me, as well as the biggest challenge, was coming up with the menu.
It was spring and I wanted the menu to reflect what meat and produce were in season.