I am indeed skinny as hell, but I love food… Good food.
I can never have enough of that.
A few years back I hated cooking, and eating, and I am not even sure when things changed, but my hands simply started to work wonders in the kitchen and now I can’t imagine things any other way.
In fact, along with my YA library, I have a tiny personal cooking library in my kitchen too. We’ve purchased cooking books from various places we’ve visited (from foreign countries preferably in English, though we also own a few books in Spanish and Italian) and it feels like our own tradition of sorts.
And because I mentioned that word, I am not into Romanian traditional cooking, not because I don’t like those recipes (I actually do, I deeply enjoy some of them… when cooked by others), but because with me in the kitchen something goes wrong with them. Every. Single. Time. I am not sure why is that, but I think I am done trying.
I also avoid meat at all costs, though I don’t consider myself to be a vegetarian per se, I just don’t like the taste of it. And I think that people should always enjoy what they are eating.
Talking about enjoying things.. I, of course, love it when I can cook with the help of my husband (even when all he does is wash dishes – or well, mostly place them in the dishwasher and cleaning all my mess – though, don’t get me wrong, he is a great cook, it’s just that I do it a lot more often lately).
Anyways, food never tasted this good. And I wanted to share this experience with you.
I hope that somewhere, someone is cooking something really tasty.
I hope that somewhere, someone is eating something just as great.
And the little cookbook (smaller even than my kindle, though you can’t tell from the pic) that sparked my love for cooking: