How it all began

The auspicious boiling of the milk for a new home and the inauguration of my hob

I've never been fond of cooking, my family will vouch for that wholeheartedly. In fact, they all know, or should I say knew me as the lil brat who would never enter the kitchen. I know some would've probably worried away, pondering the fate of my poor future husband who would have to twiddle his thumbs while waiting for the pizza guy to deliver his food :) Why, my mom has often remarked that she would have to find me a chef for a husband and that way at least someone would cook at home :)


Cut short to me finally taking that step and marrying, not a chef thankfully, for I'd have never ventured into the kitchen then :p, I sublimely feasted on my mother in law's yummy cooking whilst she began to do the age old wondering carried forth from my parents of "Will this girl ever step into the kitchen."  


Step into the kitchen she did, when she moved into her own home. Even though I have my mother in law living just a floor above me, least to say, I couldn't knock on her door for food everyday now, could I. I had dabbled in a few desserts while I lived with her, but having to manage a home all by myself, without having that comforting sense of something yum ready in the kitchen for you prompted me to befriend my oven and my new hob (hubby dearest must have fervently prayed that his shiny gift to me would result in something good cooking on it :p)


I started off with a bang and the freedom of baking and cooking without someone looking over my shoulder or fear of what the more experienced cooks at home would say to disasters made me realise, baking/cooking wasn't the monster that I made it out to be. Turns out I can bake :). Credit to my Coorg genes somewhere for making me a decent baker, not to forget me making ga ga eyes at my aunt and mom mixing cake batter while I waited impatiently to lick the batter off the bowl and looked in fascination at the makings of a Pineapple Upside Down Cake. Aah the miracle that was baking to my 7-year old mind.


So about a year later, I still don't have the confidence to call myself a great cook, but encouragement from family and friends to share my recipes and a Polka Dot Princess cake cake that finally made me say "This is gonna start off my blog' made me come out with my food blog. (The Polka Dot Princess cake will make her appearance in my next entry, don't you worry :) ) 


So here's to my venture. Hope you like my recipes and do leave your comments, good, bad or ugly. Remember, I ain't no expert, so be easy on me :)