My last memory of baking was in college. I stopped baking when I began my professional career years ago. Busy and on the go, I set it aside and my cooking as well. But after getting hitched, I was a stay-at-home wife for two and a half years then about four years ago, I helped out my husband to manage our small business. Married life urged me to cook again and inspired me to try out my hand at baking after many years of abandonment. Now, I feel delighted that I can cook and bake in between running a business from my home. I bake from scratch- from breads, to cakes, pies and pastries, and many more. I also make Italian sausages from scratch, complete with casing! Technology makes it work for me to find great recipes online, use them, and modify them according to my taste and preference. Cooking and baking are important ingredients to my life. In them come love, passion, conviviality, family ties and friendships.
My favorite things to cook
I love cooking Italian dishes, Thai, Chinese, Filipino, Mediterranean, and American food, I am open minded when it comes to food and eating.So, when I travel and tasted a food that I like, I try to remember the ingredients used and then whip it up once I home!
My favorite family cooking traditions
Where I come from, my clan loves to prepare our food ahead of time. meant preparing it two days in advance. And while dining, before we even finish up with our lunch, (growing up in my parents' home), we already are thinking of what to have next for snacks, dinner and then breakfast for the next day. Interesting, right?
My cooking triumphs
I felt victorious upon learning to bake those rustic Italian breads ; on how to make Italian sausages in casings; creating my own "biga" or Italian sour dough and being great at chiffon cakes plus in being able to bake those soft moist chocolate cakes from scratch. These, I think, are my accomplishments as a self-taught home baker!
My cooking tragedies
My worst was when I was in college. Tried out my hand on baking a sponge cake. I didn't have a clue of those jargon akin to baking. I followed what I thought was right. Then, Iover beat the eggs. And there was Bruno, my family's German shepherd. He won't even eat the cake I baked. He kicked the bowl and gave me a ravaging look! LOL! That, indeed was tragic. Eeks!