Cuisine...

I adore cooking.

Fine, who doesn’t?

Yeah, that’s correct, although for me it is not just concerned with eating.

I too love to eat, but I do love cooking as well.

My grandmother is the world’s finest chef and the food she makes is just marvellous.

It’s no surprise why I always put on more than a few pounds (weight not currency) every time I visit her.

I like the chicken roast (Indian style) that she makes. I don’t remember the instance but after all these period I still remember the tang of that. Her expertise has been passed on to her three daughters.

Yes they are all brilliant cooks. I presume that clarify my interest in cooking. Not just my interest, but also my ability.

Currently I am not the excellent in that business although, sure can whip up a excellent feast that would leave anyone more than satisfied.

If I memorize exactly, the first time I tried my hand at cooking was when I was 14 or 15 years old.

I think I tried making “Egg Bread”, which sadly did not come up well. I was upset, but then I realised that I had strong desire to try-out with foods.

From then on, I have never failed to spot a chance to go into the kitchen and make something. At times, things have gone terribly wrong, like the time when I put an entire chicken into the microwave, on a plastic plate.

Yes, plastic plate for an entire 15 minutes. The kitchen was enclosed in solid black smoke and then it was, neighbour who ran into our home and alerted me.

Then there are many occasion, when I have left something on the stove and been bonded to the TV.

Yet, I certainly never ignore a possibility to demonstrate my cooking expertise here in the UK.

I take pleasure when I cook for someone.

After all, there is no fun, if I cook and consume myself and no one else is able to flavour and wonder at my creation?

~~Cheers~~