I never know what to say on ‘About’ pages. So here are some random facts about me – about half of which are relevant to this blog and the other half are space fillers. I’m nothing if not honest.
- I like food. I like to cook it, read about it, watch TV about it, discover it and of course, eat it.
- I’ve been cooking pretty much since I could reach the stove. Some of my earliest memories include sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen and watching her as she hummed, sang and told me stories as she created some of the best food I’ve ever eaten. She never used cookbooks, she never measured things, it was like her hands somehow just knew how much of what needed to be added. Since then I’ve always believed that cooking isn’t about measurements and weights – it’s about touching, smelling, tasting (sometimes burning) and just feeling your way through the process. Remember, you can’t be afraid to try new things – your food’s probably more afraid of you than you are of it.
- I’m short. And have fluffy hair. Like a teeny, tiny chia pet.
- I’m Indian, but I believe the vegetables need to be eaten more raw than cooked. More on that later.
- I despise poor dental hygiene. Just sayin’.
- At any point in time, I’m in the middle of at least 4 different books. Mostly classical fiction, no matter how much I try to read non-fiction.
- I never learned to walk. Apparently, I went right from butt-raise-belly-flop to running. Which might explain why I’m so dreadfully clumsy.
- I’m pretty much munching on something throughout the day. And no, I don’t question it. Nuts to your logic.
- I have a smaller, long-suffering brother that allows me my trespasses. Most of which involve pummeling, pushing, pulling, and generally manhandling him – and I adore him for it.
- I’m lactose intolerant and don’t eat pork. So a lot of recipes will offer alternatives for these things – though I’ll insert speculations about piggy products that might go well. You try ’em and report back.
- I used to play hide – and- seek in a giant meat locker as a kid. Complete with hundreds of hanging cow carcasses. However, for some reason, regular basements scare the crap out of me.