I learned to cook out of survival. My mother was a horrible cook during my childhood and due to that, my brother and I are foodies through and through. Everything was either too salty, one boring color of greige (grey and beige), burnt (we went through many a loaves of bread...and toasters) or too garlicky (don't get me wrong...I love garlic, but to have more garlic than eggs in scramble eggs is sacrilege).
I tend to mix different cooking styles and come up with recipes on my own. I get inspired daily, by reading magazines, eating out and while wandering the grocery store. My boyfriend tests my recipes for me and tells me if it's a hit or miss. He is not one to hold back and will tell me when I have a winner or a pile of garbage (thankfully this doesn't happen often).
The down side of having this passion for wonderful food, is when I have a less than appetizing meal while in a restaurant; I end up feeling like a victim of a crime, as if I just paid someone to torture me. Not everyone has the nose to cook or a well traveled palate. Pity.
- What is the strangest food you have ever eaten?
- Hmmmm...probably escargot...It was wonderful
- What do you cook when home alone?
- A salad...I take a break when I'm alone
- Your most treasured kitchen possession:
- My spices
- The ideal number of guests for a dinner party is: