I like food.
Actually, I
love food. And not just eating it either. I love cooking, and baking and experimenting. There's something oddly fulfilling about completing your first pie, or cake, or any home cooked meal.
My first meal that I ever made by myself without any supervision whatsoever was a Baked ("Jacket") Potato with cheese.
I was 15. The potato still had some black bits in that I had neglected to remove, the skin was tough and the insides weren't completely cooked, but I was proud.
I did this,
I had no help,
I can cook.
Of course it wasn't like I was a Jamie Oliver or a Delia Smith, but hey, I, Abi, had cooked. And I was damn excited about it.
Fast forward 6 years and I am much more skilled. I can cook a variety of different meals from a variety of different cultures, as well as desserts, sauces and even drinks, I can even invent things too. I've covered French, Spanish, Italian, Indian, Chinese, Mexican... you name it, I've done it. For a girl born and raised in West Yorkshire, England, I'd say I haven't done too badly.
The point is, that I have gone from that (to be quite frank) disgusting little potato to being able to make an entire three-course meal. I had to start somewhere.
This blog is going to explore my many successes as well as my many failures in the culinary world, all of which have been accomplished from the comfort of my parents' kitchen. (Although when I am in there it is
my kitchen!)
I've gone from being like Mrs Doubtfire burning the sauce and setting 'her' fake breasts on fire to Julia Child. (Ok, maybe not
quite that brilliant!)
Speaking of Julia Child, if you have a passion for food and want some inspiration, watch 'Julie and Julia', an inspirational little film of two women learning to cook. (You can read the blog this was based off
here.)
I hope you enjoy this blog and the upcoming posts!
Remember not to be a Mrs Doubtfire!
Abi xx