I love food. I mean I really, really love food. Food is not just for well-being or to keep me alive. It’s a moment of joy. It’s a love of mine but at the same time it’s my worst enemy. Food has always been associated with emotions – for me at least. Birthdays equal cake. If I was good for mum as I meandered behind her at the supermarket, the end result would be a chocolate bar as a reward. Movies were always accompanied with popcorn or chips and a fizzy drink. When I was happy, I’d eat, when I was sad, I’d eat. I’d eat when I needed comfort.
But the thing I love more than eating is the cooking or rather baking. I love baking. Cooking doesn’t come quite as naturally but it’s still something I enjoy. It’s not that I can’t cook. And people tend to assume I can’t but I can. I’m not one of those people who can take ingredients and pluck a meal out of thin air. But give me a recipe and I can whip it up no problem. In fact I love finding new recipes, I love thumbing through cookbooks. So, the food section is going to be devoted to recipes I’ve found and have road-tested or hope to try as well as my random ramblings on food, glorious, food.