I have a big mouth, and when I don't use it for airing my opinions I like to keep the space filled with the most fabulous foods the world has to offer. I've had the fortune of having lived in different parts of the world, so I know which foods will shut me up. I am not a vegetarian, but I don't eat meat all that often. I enjoy cooking what the season has to offer, visit the local farmers market three times a week (it's a five minute walk from my house) and have a soft spot for bizarre looking vegetables. I know exactly who to look for if i want to flirt my way into getting some free fruit. My father is an excellent cook, and I have learned a lot by watching and helping him cook extravagant meals. But I have the fondest memories of cooking christmas dinner at my mom's and skipping dessert in favor of a whiskey or two (or three). I have managed to bake breads (without a machine, you pussies) in the tiny 3 sq metre kitchen of my old inner city apartment. Actually, every time I manage to cook something that involves more than one pot on the stove can be considered a logistical triumph of sorts. I tend to forget that when a packet of dried chillies says that they are "extra spicy" that they will indeed be EXTRASPICY. I have rendered entire pots of curry inedible by adding that one extra chillie for "luck".