Passion For Cooking

 

My Passion For Cooking

My first recollections of having a passion for food was when I was a kid and my grandmother used to make delicious food and when she was cooking the different ingredients filled the home with delightful aromas.

 

Sometimes she used to let me help her bake the cakes and I had to mix the sugar and the butter with my hand, this was a lot of fun and latter I got to eat the leftover in the bowl. I have wonderful memories in the kitchen, always wanted to try everything and rob a something from the fridge; good thing I was skinny and loved to run.

 

I remember when we used to go visit some family that lived in the farm, the smells of eggs in fresh butter and warm chocolate milk was so different from anything in the city; but I had this that when I’m traveling everything taste different and better. I always have been an adventurous eater, any place that I went I tried their specialty and their rarest dish, crocodile, gene pigs, ants, horse meat, turtle, love all sushi and raw meats.

 

I tell my wife that I’m a chef and I can spend four hours preparing lasagna, she asks me if I have to stay in the kitchen watching the food cook when I’m doing a paella or something else. I love cooking, it relaxes me, I use my imagination and creativity and the ingredients are alive, they have their own character and they talk to you, for example mushrooms like butter and they say so. My wife says I’m crazy, but they talk to me.

 

I love watching the chefs teach about cooking in the TV, different foods for many places in the world and different ways of cooking, keep filing up in my head. When I’m going to cook something I have a picture in my head, if I don’t have all the ingredients I improvise, most of the time I’m satisfied, my wife says I don’t know about this today. Well, anyway I’m a CHEF …