Tuesday, August 18, 2009

La Bella...my Bella

I stumbled upon a store during my trip to Atlantic city and was drawn to these beauties. I felt an urge to capture the moment so I would always have something to remember them by.

People often say - "His wedding vows were so beautiful it made me cry" or "I've been waiting for 9 months to see Angel and I welled up when I saw my baby girl for the first time."
This is my equivalent of those life moments.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Daring baker or Cowering fool?

I learnt to cook out of sheer necessity when I moved two continents away from where I call home to pursue higher education. At first, I only cooked to nourish myself and because the McDonald's dollar menu was missing more of those green leafys my mother insisted I have. I had a store-cupboard full of spices my sweet ma lovingly packed for me to take with me to new lands. Sadly, all I could do those first few months, was stare back and hope that the spices would magically unite to produce the aromatic chicken curry draped with the juicy onions and sweet tomatoes that I had come to enjoy back home. You could say this was my faith moment when all I was doing was looking up to the sky for an equivalent of a manna miracle, except the food would already be cooked and ready to serve at my tiny dinner table and I wouldn't have to run after quails.

Alas, I was not intended to receive that miracle instead grudginly made to start feeding myself with the fruits of my own labor. Quite literally that was all i ate those first few months after my brief affair with Mr. McDonalds and his greasy cheeseburgers.

Thus began my culinary adventure seven years ago - and when I say adventure I mean mini-fires, blaring smoke detectors, dragging a 16lb turkey across the carpet because it kept slipping off my hand, underestimating the power of one serrano pepper, and scrambled eggs swimming in turmeric powder.
Mercifully, somewhere along the way I discovered the joy of cooking for one and soon the joys of sharing the edibles with many. What started off as a tedious task had developed into a passive obsession - gluttony for all things edible, some may even call it gastronomic porn(which I consider the good kind). I can read and immerse myself in the same cookbook and not notice when dawn turns to dusk. If the food stylist has done a very good job of making me covet that sweet summery strawberry shortcake from its pages, then consider me a goner for the next hour or two.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Annie

I thought about what my first entry should be...should it reflect something about me? Shall I write about the state of world affairs? Should I start with an inspirational quote and perhaps bring an air of light-heartedness to those who are reading.
As I ponder over the topic of my first entry, my mind is being most helpful and probing me to write about world peace, summer dreams, strawberries, love. Oh wait, love you say.

Awww that's what I should write about...Love! Love a feeling like no other that changes you. It makes you break into song in the middle of a tense meeting. It conjures up imaginary butterflies although one has never seen one. It makes your knees weak when you lock eyes with your loved one. Ahh I too have been a victim of love's allure. Although I've enjoyed many lovers over my years, I've never forgotten the one that evoked the sweetest passion. Here ladies and gentleman are a list of all my greatest loves-

Dark chocolate ( this is the stuff eternal love is made up of)
Food blogs
Cook books
Smooth Jazz
Patisseries
Purses
Shoes
Oil paintings with bistro themes

Okay so not all the things I love are material- I prize compassion and have a weak heart for Little Albertines all over the world..