I'm a wive to my wonderful husband of almost 3 years & mother to our adventurous yet sweet 2 y/o twin boys. All of whom love my cooking. (i think they do).My own love of cooking started early in my granny's kitchen. I loved watching her whipped up quiet epic meals for dinner parties & family gatherings.
Came Junior High, I decided I want to start a cookbook collection. Back then I was obsessed with Indian & Vegetarian cooking, so those were among my first cookbooks. A couple of years later I started moving on to other parts of the world--from my kitchen that is! Along the way I've experienced downright failure, tasted triumphant moments, discovered my strength & weaknesses, & made people happy through my cooking. Just recently I ventured into the world of baking & it seems that the oven & I are in great terms! With much love & encouragement from family & friends, I've braved myself up to start a baking business from home.
Here's to many more years of great adventures in the kitchen!
My favorite family cooking traditions
1. My signature carrot cake for each of my boys on their birthdays.
2. A 'set dinner' for hubby (and the kids and I) on his birthdays, consisting of a salad/soup/appetizer, a main course, and his favorite chocolate truffle tart with a mild coconut ginger ice cream for dessert. Yes, the dessert is always the same.
My cooking triumphs
Every time someone finishes their meal with a smile on their face is a triumph for me.
Oh and a couple of months ago when my business took an order of more than 100 carrot cakes in 3 weeks. I did everything by myself and all I remember was how tired I felt all the time and how I was so ready for it to be over... but afterwards I wanted to experience the whole thing allover again!
My cooking tragedies
I don't think I can sum it up in 1000 characters! But here's 1 of them...
I was probably in the 5th grade and was so eager to bake, so I mixed together what looked like to be all-purpose flour, several eggs and some sugar. All of which are the main ingredients for a lovely cake, right? Well, not really if you used starch, a couple too many eggs and that tiny white granules turned out to be coarse sea salt! Let's say it was only fair that I quit baking for the next 20 years.