Once you start cooking yourself, your perspective towards certain ingredients change a lot.
My relationship with onions for example has been like those relationships on my favourite TV show Glee; one of love, hate and then love again. Mom tells me I used to crawl to the produce basket in the kitchen, steal an onion and chomp on it until mom finds me in tears with that onion in my little hands. I grew up to find myself removing onions from food. Large pieces of onions in dishes like tabbouleh and mjadara used to annoy me and I used to move them to one side. Up until I started working at Burger King in 2006, onions have been my enemy. It didn’t take much until that changed. Rounds of onions sneaked their way into my burgers, then into my cooking and now their smell is on my fingers. Ever since I started cooking, I have loved using onions; raw or cooked. I get a little hesitant when I have onions from mom’s cooking but never when it’s mine.
Marinated chicken in marinara sauce with coriander and garlic roasted vegetables
I’m not a health freak. Let’s clear that up upfront.
I haven’t studied anything related to food or health. Unless you count reading food blogs and food-related articles. It’s only passion that drives me to cook/bake and blog.
Therefore I’m not going to tell you to eat this and don’t eat that. We can eat whatever we feel like. The trick is moderation & enjoyment. Like, I’ve had cholesterol sticks the other day, fried cheese rolls. They were delicious. I enjoyed them. I didn’t starve myself afterwards, and I didn’t think how shall I burn those calories. I indulged in that stick and allowed it to crunch under my teeth and let its hot filling ooze in my mouth. In addition, whenever I feel like it, and I know I haven’t had lots of fatty food during the day (you see what I did there? Moderation) I treat myself with a chocolate cupcake and let its creamy frosting stick to the bottom of my mustache.