I seriously have a problem that I need to talk to you about.
I need to know if I’m alone in this.
If you feel the same as I do, please let me know and release me from my agony.
HERE IT IS
From the moment I open my eyes, sometimes even before I open them, I start thinking of what to have for breakfast. I get up and start making something to eat
Am I alone in this?
Probably this is why I have so many breakfast recipes on this blog.
What is it with Christmas and truffles?
There is something about these two.
They both bring joy.
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.
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