Are You A Useless Cook? Well, Punch The Air Darhling, The World Needs You.

Angela Barnett Domestic Goddess

Don’t darn? Pfft, who does! Don’t sew curtains and stuff cushions? That’s what Spotlight is for! Don’t dust? Nobody cares! Don’t cook? Well, how did you get to 40 and not learn how to carbonara the life out of some chicken (or is that bacon?). In a world where artfully placed avocado on toast is rivalling cat pictures online, and we’re all meant to have a well-thumbed copy of Ottolenghi’s Jerusalem cookbook it’s hard to admit to being a Non Foodie or NF.

We NFs care about many things but cooking ain’t one of them. We don’t care what Nigella seeds are. We have children who beg CAN WE BUY A CAKE FROM NEW WORLD every year on their birthdays so they don’t get a burnt one. We serve up things from the slow cooker that resemble hard-boiled jandals. And our cookbooks are more likely to go mouldy from the spilt wine, than from being over thumbed.

Some of us even find it funny when the tacos are so crunchy they could wound a passing pet but we hide our amusement because you know, the husband isn’t laughing. He’s usually frowning. And hungry.

Plus the children might end up moaning to a therapist one day…’My Mother, she put raisins on my pizza and thought it was hilarious!’

Lucy Lawless, Arianna Huffington, Beyoncé and my friend Claire are all women over 40 who don’t cook and they not only fess up to this, they wear it like a badge of honour. They quite happily tell people to take their domestic and shove it up their goddess.

If you think you’re also in this crunchy, overcooked, leathery, bland-sauced baddass NF club then I have news. Join us because the world needs you baby. Here’s why.

1.The Foodies Need Us NFs To Cook For Them

Foodies can go right ahead and be Domestic Goddesses but what’s a goddess without some worshippers? You NFs play the role of Domestic Gorgeousness – which is somebody who turns up, perches in the kitchen with a glass of gin, regales fine stories for the chef while they cook, and will even do handy, but hated, sous chef tasks like chopping because you like to contribute. And then after being gorgeous entertainment you taste their feast and make them feel great about their creation. Then they feel good and go right ahead and cook another amazing meal for somebody else. Probably their children. And such the world turns on its axis.

You, Domestic Gorgeousness are a vital member of the foodie ecosystem. And when you feel like you need to reciprocate the favour, you don’t. Honestly, because they don’t want to eat baked carpet and they need you to practice on.

My husband asked recently why we don’t have people over and the truth is we’re too busy going to other people’s houses tasting their food. Such is the busy schedule of the NF.

2.You Will Be The Other Grandma

There should always be a foodie grandma and a doing grandma because you don’t want the grandmothers competing to be The Foodie. I’ve seen this once at a second birthday party and let’s just say this showdown ended in tears and chocolate cake smeared all over the two-year-old’s face. The grandchildren will go to the foodie’s house for brownies and rice pudding  And they’re coming to you, the NF Grandma, to learn how to play 500, watch vampire movies, steal your gin when they’re teenagers and then tell you all about it after they drank too much.

You are a valued member of the family so go right ahead and let that apron get mothballs.

3. You’re Helping National Storytelling

Somebody needs to watch the other shows when Master Chef and My Kitchen Rules and Hells Kitchen and Baconation are on. There is a cooking show for every letter of the alphabet, which seems excessive. While 95% of the nation watch, with fists in their mouths, to see what Ricky Gervais’ Doppelgänger, or the guy who looks like he’s seen a few too many sunbeds, Pete Evans, say about the duck and cucumber soufflé, somebody has to watch the dramas and the documentaries. We NFs are keeping the national storytelling coffers full, making sure they feed us a variety of stories and not just more cooking shows.

Your scones might not be much chop but your eyeballs matter.

4. And Lowering Therapy Bills

Perfectionism is reaching catastrophic levels. Therapy bills are going through the roof. Anxiety, pills, depression, cutting, debt, addiction, social media obsession, gambling, drinking – we’re falling apart. Because we can’t all be perfect.

Having to find the dream partner, become a super parent, launch a social enterprise, connect with 75k of our closest friends on Instagram, give to the community, dress in style, landscape the driveway, occasionally bust out a half marathon, craft our way out of a haberdashery shop, know how to get the eyebrows perfectly even, change the oil in our cars, go ‘yoga clubbing’, and whip up gourmet feasts is exhausting. If you try to be it all something pops inside and you end up on a black leather couch with a strategically placed box of tissues next to you.

We need more shining examples of people being a bit useless at something, not more perfection. Failure is helpful for the collective good.

Friends need to come over to your house and eat sausages that look like uncircumcised penises and then you’ve saved them from perfectionism. They go home feeling happy about their skills (hungry perhaps, but happy) and you’ll forever get invited over with your gin to be Domestic Gorgeousness.

You are contributing to the mental health of the nation.


Don’t worry about people who artfully place their lamb and pine nut stuffed aubergine onto a pesto and pansy decorated white plate so they look like small rescue boats full of minced fisherman floating on a rainbow. Don’t feel the pressure to be like them. You go right ahead and keep being Domestic Gorgeousness, with your gin and your stories, because you are awesome.

And the world needs you NF (also stands for No Fucks given) just as you are.


  1. Aaaannnndddddd, I feel at peace. I am distinctly not interested at all in cooking. I genuinely don’t get what’s so great about it. All that time and effort and it is gone in minutes. Sometimes I think I’d like to be enjoying the wonder of creating delicious food. And then I just look at the Uber Eats menu again, and that fades away.

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