I used to hate cooking as a child.
I stayed as far away from the kitchen as I could, much to my mom’s dismay. The idea of cooking and then cleaning all that mess up was about as appealing as having a root canal with no anaesthetic.
The I moved out on my own and suddenly I had my kitchen all to myself. It’s like a switch flipped. I adore cooking now, and find it almost as therapeutic as reading or taking a long, hot shower. I haven’t quite gotten over my aversion to baking though, but I’m taking baby steps.
Two weeks ago I tried my hand at a box mix of malva pudding. It came out so beautifully that I tried it from scratch when we had the inlaws over this past weekend. I’ve subsequently asked my mom for the family recipe, because the one I got off the internet was a bit soggy.
Last night I tried my hand at breadrolls to go with the soup I whipped up. This is the result:
These weren’t too bad, but I’ve asked my mom for her breadroll recipe too 😛
The jury in still out on whether I like baking or not, but in the meantime I’ll continue experimenting with new stuff in the kitchen.
Maybe I’ll even tell you about them 😉