Wednesday, 16 February 2011

How I Came To Cook

Growing up, cooking was never a large part of our family's ethos.  Yep, you've guessed it - my mother is a terrible cook (although I have to admit that there are one or two things that she manages to make palatable).  Her three course meals are definitely a case of the bland following the bland.  If you ever feel the need to shed some pounds, move in with my mother for a month - you'll be the Weight Watcher of the year in no time.

I got married pretty young and the family I married into were the exact opposite to mine.  An Italian family where the women were kitchen divas with each meal tastier than the next and so started my journey into taste sensations that I had never believed possible.  Although the marriage didn't work, at least I took the skill of cooking with me and for that I will be eternally grateful.

This blog is recipes that my family loves. My grand daughter Scarlett thinks that I am "the best cooker" and I hope these recipes will work for you too.

1 comment:

  1. I love your story of how you came to cook! wonderful. cooking food is showing your love and when you put love in to your food it makes a bond that grows stronger than anything you can do! Thank you for the many recipes you've posted. I am certainly going to try your Malva Pudding. Never had it, never even knew it existed but Thanks to You I have something new to enjoy!