An Interlude

Today, I am going to share with you how I started cooking and blogging.

My mother was a brilliant cook, and she too loved to experiment, although she couldn’t bake. In my household, my two boys love good food, and compensate for my skinny daughter who eats like a bird. I learnt to cook from numerous people – my mother, neighbours and friends whom my boys requested recipes from when they enjoyed something, much to my embarrassment.

When my first-born left home to study at university, I was devastated. I could only worry about what he was doing on his own, a feeling shared by any mother who has to let her child walk away. However, I still had my other two children with me and I had to be strong for them. Six years later, my middle child also went off to the same university to pursue her studies, and this left me alone with my youngest child. From that point on, I had a lot more time for myself – and that is when my youngest son started a blog for me. He had started off by insisting that I could write a cookbook, but eventually settled on a blog. I think all children assume that their parents are genii, and that their mothers are supermoms who can do anything. Although we cannot always meet our children’s lofty expectations, the only thing that really matters is that we love them dearly.

Five years later and my youngest was also off to university. I was depressed, but also bored, waking up to a house without children and wondering what to do during the day. Cooking is very therapeutic, but when I am living with my husband, there is little need for food compared to the days when my ravenous sons stayed with me. Furthermore, my husband is not an experimental person. Now I look forward to the holidays so that I can be with my children again.

Please feel free to request any recipes, if I know them, I will post them on this blog.