An amateur cook's adventures
I was 32 when I started cooking; up until then, I just ate.
I started cooking when I lived by myself in 2012. I was 28 when did more than just eat food. Before then, I’d either lived with a cooking-capable significant other, had takeout, or lived with my mom. I knew how to bake, sure. I could whip up a mean chicken cordon bleu casserole from time to time by following one of the best Good Housekeeping recipes I have ever seen (and I still have the magazine cutout).
But then it was just me. And I learned how to make steak. And then, inspired by my boyfriend, I began to experiment. I had fun in the kitchen, learned my own cooking rhythms, learned not to fear the stove, and made some never-do-that-again creations, and others that were very good.
Cooking is my only actual hobby. There are creative things I like to do, like reading, art, and gardening, but it is cooking that I learn the most from. Technique, tips and tricks, history, news… In this blog, I share my experiences and thoughts on cooking with you.