Memories from the kitchen:
Being 5 years old and being super excited to see the first fresh strawberries. I was so restless, that I could not wait for my mother to wash them, so I ate 1 kg in around 10 minutes and when my mom returned to the kitchen I was all over red and smiling. I don't tell you which belly ache I had afterwards, but it was worth it!
With 12 cooking my first Chinese meal, which my grandmother and grandfather enjoyed a lot (or at least that is what they said), when mom came home she wondered why all our hot peppers were gone. Now I know why both my grandparents were so red in their faces!
My first baking, trying to make Christmas cookies under the supervision of my grandmother. A big mess, which took 3 hours to clean, but boy I was so proud to have 3 jars of cookies (half of them were burnt and disposed!)
So many lovely memories, and the most recent from this weekend, when my husband kissed me and said how well I cook. A long way but still so much to learn! But one thing is clear, I enjoy it so much!