When I was a kid, I remember my mom cooking for us every day with fresh, good products.
I remember a scene where my brother was about four, up on a chair because he was too small to reach the stove, melting some chocolate in a pan,
I remember reading an interview of the famous Spanish chef, Ferran Adrià, titled: ‘I don’t care about my mother’s cooking’, and telling myself that, just like him, my cooking is very different from my mom’s.
I don’t remember my first ‘real’ recipe, nor the first time I went to a restaurant, but I remember on occasion having had the same sensation as the mouse in the movie Ratatouille, where each morsel of food you put in your mouth turns into a firework of pleasure and, why not, an orgasm.
I’ve grown up with good and healthy food and, year by year, cooking has become more than a passion; it has become the best way to express my creativity, my emotions, my mood and my imagination.
The best part of my day? When I open a fridge and I tell myself; ‘What I am going to create today?’
I had a dream that, one day, I would make that passion live; that I would share it with people that I love, be they people I know or that I don’t… and that’s what this blog is all about: sharing.
And even if it is a blog among thousands, at least, I feel that I have made my dream come true.
