I love to cook. I’ve been cooking since I was around 11 years old. While my parents were out and about, they would sometimes leave me at home for a short amount of time to babysit my brothers, Chris and Chad. While my parents were gone, to kill time, I would just go to the kitchen and start cooking for my brothers.
One of the first things that I remember cooking when I was a kid was rice — whether if it was regular rice in the rice cooker, Chinese fried rice or Spanish rice. I was super young at the time so I didn’t know anything about certain ingredients or seasonings. I just used whatever I could find in the refrigerator and on the shelves. Threw it in the pot and if it didn’t work out, I’d throw it out and make it all over again. My parents would probably flip out if they ever found out how much food I wasted experimenting.
One day, I wanted to make Spanish rice for my brothers and since I didn’t have Google at the time, I had to guess the recipe from the top of my head. My mother taught me how to cook rice in the rice cooker so that was my first step but also my first mistake. Everything else, I had to guess. One of the most random ingredients that I added to my rice was Taco Bell hot sauce. I don’t know why I did, but it was either that or a packet of mustard. My brothers, who were 6 and 7 years old at the time, wasn’t too excited with the idea of Taco Bell hot sauce in their rice. I could remember how much they cringed they watched me throw in the packets of hot sauce. But hey, I was a rookie! I wish I could remember all the ingredients that I threw in it. My Spanish rice ended up turning out super greasy (oops) —- yet surprisingly good.
Moving forward, I continued to practice cooking different recipes in the kitchen. From Filipino, Sri Lankan to Latin food. With the help of Google and a touch of love, it’s beginning to become an art for me.
I don’t plan on making this a strictly cooking blog, but just know that I will share a lot of cooking content in the future. And maybe some recipes that I’ve mastered along the way.
By the way, I’m leaving to Chicago, IL next month with my daughter, Kaylee. She is my travel buddy and foodie. I can’t wait to share my experience with you since it’ll be my first time there. I’m so ready for Chicago Pizza. I heard they were the next best thing next to New York Pizza. Maybe when I’m there, I’ll pick something up and do a little giveaway. We’ll see.
Thanks for reading and following my journey.