F*@! may my be favourite word in the entire universe, it comforts me when I've hurt and myself, aids me when I want to get something done and is the Don Corleone of all expletives. Theres been countless occasions where I've gone into the kitchen and thought f@%* it lets make something and I've ended up with chapatis or glorified scrambled eggs. F*@% it is the art of letting an idea simmer before you bring it to the boil and when you do it turns out awesome or at least not burnt. The art of watching others cook and taking the parts you like but putting your own spin on it.
F@*! it is a life force that excretes not just into cooking but everything else (its also a book that I didn't write). So all in all f@%! it and see what happens. ;-)
