I have always enjoyed cooking. Cooking for me is as therapeutic as shopping is for other girls. When I cook, I can be anyone I want to be. Armed with a ladle and a pan, I can make my foodie dreams come true and get my senses satisfied in the process.
I learned how to cook from my mom. I remember when I was little I would watch my mom whipping up great-tasting dishes at the humble kitchen of our provincial home. You see, I grew up in the province where people cook real meals made from the freshest and finest ingredients one could easily find in the town market or at a neighbor’s farm.
Nowadays, I only get to cook during weekends. Sometimes I cook on weeknights but that’s only when I’m too lazy to heat up frozen meals or order delivery. Weekend cooking relaxes me and gives me an outlet to let my creativity and imagination in the kitchen go wild. That, or I just really love to cook for and eat with my husband!
Right now, I’m itching to cook Meatball Spaghetti and Kung Pao Chicken. I’ll let you know if I’d get to cook them this weekend or not. Haha.