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.