I am starting a food blog to tell you about my one of my favorite things to talk about… FOOD! =)
My love for food started early. As a kid I’ve always loved watching my mom cook. I love to help her in preparing for whatever she’s going to cook from washing the veggies for pinakbet to putting salt on the fish. I love to get involved when she cooks, I often volunteer to sautee the onion & garlic because I love its aroma.
I can still remember what I consider as my first encounter with cooking. I was 5 then. I was in my friend’s house watching cartoons on ‘beta’ when we decided we wanted something to eat. Our only guardian then was her older sister who was busy watching, so we decided to cook on our own. We decided that we want some French fries. I can’t remember where the potatoes came from or how we peeled and cut it but what is clear in my mind was how we got a chair placed infront of the stove to be able to see what we are cooking, the hot oil in the pan, the potatoes making the sizzling sound and how we alternately stir the fries and ofcourse the salt… how every time the sizzling sound stops we put salt…. It was with best interest that we continuously put salt because we thought that when there’s no sound, it stops cooking. Tsk! Tsk! That was the sorry state of our fries… SALTY!!!
Anyway, it was a lesson learned and that failed attempt at French fries did not stop me from loving the kitchen and falling inlove with food and cooking. Ü
My love for food started early. As a kid I’ve always loved watching my mom cook. I love to help her in preparing for whatever she’s going to cook from washing the veggies for pinakbet to putting salt on the fish. I love to get involved when she cooks, I often volunteer to sautee the onion & garlic because I love its aroma.
I can still remember what I consider as my first encounter with cooking. I was 5 then. I was in my friend’s house watching cartoons on ‘beta’ when we decided we wanted something to eat. Our only guardian then was her older sister who was busy watching, so we decided to cook on our own. We decided that we want some French fries. I can’t remember where the potatoes came from or how we peeled and cut it but what is clear in my mind was how we got a chair placed infront of the stove to be able to see what we are cooking, the hot oil in the pan, the potatoes making the sizzling sound and how we alternately stir the fries and ofcourse the salt… how every time the sizzling sound stops we put salt…. It was with best interest that we continuously put salt because we thought that when there’s no sound, it stops cooking. Tsk! Tsk! That was the sorry state of our fries… SALTY!!!
Anyway, it was a lesson learned and that failed attempt at French fries did not stop me from loving the kitchen and falling inlove with food and cooking. Ü
