Food fascinates me.
Colors, textures, flavors, feelings…. In one bite, taste buds ignite, memories are made and flavor is experienced. Cooking is one of the most beautiful gifts, because it satisfies a need. We need to eat in order to survive. I’m convinced that we also need each other, we need to be together. We weren’t created to do life alone.
My love for food started at a young age. While other little girl played with dolls, I played with ingredients. On one occasion in particular, my little self peeked into the fridge and with both hands wrapped around our family’s carton of eggs, I snuck into the bathroom to create recipes and mix them in the sink. When my mother noticed my absence and the sudden hush that had fallen over the house, she curiously knocked on the bathroom door and asked what I was up too. In a panic, I cupped my little hands full of my egg yolk creation and tossed it out of the bathroom window.
Momma made me do chores until I earned 98 cents to buy a new carton of eggs.
It’s a memory that makes me laugh. Now, I don’t have to sneak into the bathroom to try a new recipe, thankfully.
I’ve grown to love the art of Culinary. Baking, cooking and the benefit of gathering around a table, together. I’m happy to say that my most favorite recipes, and culinary discoveries will be coming together here on the blog.
I didn’t know it then, but those eggs and I had a full history ahead of us, and it started in the sink.
xo
AnnaFilly
This is one of the memories I cherish as your mama. You always were experimenting with new flavors. You have become a wonderful chef and great baker as well. So proud of you dear Anna!
Love you!
Majah