My mother is a fantastic cook who spent many a Saturday up to her elbows in flour, I loved the food she made and watched her baking so much that I picked up some of her magic. Having traveled a bit I've been influenced by where I've been and keep the best of all I've gathered to enjoy the tastes I've found on all my adventures. I find nothing more wonderful than pulling out of the oven a beautifully baked cake, nothing more satisfying than the sound of a sharp blade running through the surface of a nicely rolled Korean kimbap, and then the mixed tastes and textures on my tongue! Fresh warm Strawberry Short-cakes with cream in summer. Christmas cluttie Dumpling. Saturday morning pancakes. The Sunday afternoon celebration otherwise known as Sunday dinner. That we not only bless our food in my family but are but are known also to worship it! when I at last got my scones nearly as good as my mums! my older sister instructed me as a child that adding sugar on macaroni cheese would make it taste better. We almost set the kitchen on fire a few times.. I recall a Saturday when our toast ignited and we threw the toast and tray out the back door to the garden to get the fire out. I'm not very good at getting rice right, and I always set the smoke alarm off when I make crispy bacon.