About
Looking back, it seems like my entire childhood revolved around food.
Almost all of our family time was spent at the kitchen table– dinner, then tea and fruit, then homework/chatting. No matter what we were doing, my sisters and I had to come home by 7pm for dinner. Even though I wasn’t always happy about not being able to hang out with my friends as long as I would have liked, I really did love having those moments with my family to talk, laugh and hear about what everyone did during the day.
My dad always had a delicious meal to put on the table (usually rice, soup, a meat-based dish and a huge plate of lettuce and herbs). On late weekend nights, depending on my mom’s cravings, we might have something special – live crabs, escargot, duck heart or, my absolute favorite: meat spaghetti. I will always have fond memories of the only American meal (besides turkey and its fixings on Thanksgiving) my parents would serve when we were young. Spaghetti with Prego or Ragu sauce mixed with ground beef served with garlic bread and milk, because all American meals are served with milk : ).
As a working professional, I know that it won’t be easy to have the kind of life where I’ll be able to cook for my future family like my parents did and have the same kind of bond that comes from sharing a wonderful meal together.
But I can certainly try.
So, this is a pre-baby, pre-family, late 20s-something cooking blog that memorializes a time where I can try out recipes that I’ve always wanted to make (whether time-consuming or not), dine out while I still have the time and money to do so, sharpen up my basic cooking skills and hopefully, inspire others to get in the kitchen and do the same.
Hope you enjoy it!
- C
