The Chef In Me

After I have enjoyed the first week of freedom, I quickly ran out of things to do. I have done all my laundry, cleaned the house, even rearranged my wardrobe. I had nothing to do but either write or stare into nothing. So I decided, maybe it's time to start cooking again.

I never had much formal lessons in cooking aside from my practical arts classes in elementary and high school. I have been cooking since I was in 3rd grade, though, because my mom was sick and I had to help with household chores. So with minimal formal lessons and lots of experience, I have developed a cooking style where I add the ingredients without an exact amount and honestly just wait for instincts (which is probably my dead ancestors) to kick me and tell me that I've already put in enough.

I've also had my fair share of burnt and salty dishes. But what success does not have any failures?

I will be posting a collection of everything I do in the kitchen (aside from technically eating a meal with the excuse of taste-testing my creations), even some anecdotes of my previous failures in cooking. From cracking an egg to doing a mountain of dishes, join me in my adventures in the magic land I like to call The Kitchen.