Once, I was asked, “What’s your earliest memory of yourself?”.
The immediate image that got to me was my Mom cooking something one rainy morning. What she cooked, quite understandably, escapes me now.
This leads me to believe that, just maybe, my love for cooking started right about that time. Yeah, even before I got a grip on my cooking ladle, I knew I already liked cooking!
What is vivid in my mind now were those episodes in my childhood when I would give a third hand to my mom in the kitchen in between commercial breaks of Sesame Street. I might have resented it in the beginning, but the long ‘haul’ turned into passion, overtime. Needless to say, I started growing into the idea of learning, loving and experiencing serious cooking.
Serious cooking it was for Mom.
Our kitchen was always abuzz with all the activities she did. Back then, my Mom spent a great deal of time in the kitchen. And despite her tedious load in the office, she never failed to nourish her family with only the BEST meals.
And BEST would mean exceptionally great tasting and well plated dishes. Yes, kinda like those that you’d be proud to serve to the Royal Family when they visit you at home.
My Dad would hover around the stove hoping to get his share of “tikim” of the food my Mom was cooking. Oh, how we always hankered for her great and well thought out meals. It perfectly went well with all the ‘growing up conversations’ my family and I shared during meal time.
Today, she is still the main moving force in the kitchen. She continues to dish out excellent meals that are loaded with love and passion.
Happy Mother’s Day, Ma! Please do know that everything I know in the kitchen is just a by-product of what you have taught me in the many years that you have trained me.
You are the BEST Mom!
Recipes of Mom: