It's "yet another food blog." Yep. Everyone has to have one, including me. I love cooking. So much that I think the only thing keeping me from becoming a chef is the detrimental effect that a chef's hours would have on my marriage. (Yes, my marriage is more important than cooking.)
I'm self-taught, starting with pancakes and cookies as a child. My mother didn't (and doesn't) much care for cooking, so once she taught me pancakes I was on my own for weekend breakfasts. I do have her beer bread recipe, however.
During my junior year in college, I bought a Chef Yan cookbook, and that was the true beginning of my culinary adventures. With Chef Yan's guidance, I taught myself to cook on an old, old gas stove that required matches to light the pilot light, and an electric wok with a broken leg balanced on narrow shelves made of milk crates and 8x1 wood boards. I even deep-fried a Japanese chicken ball recipe in that wok. Several times. I must have thought I was immortal, especially considering that there was about three feet of maneuverable space between the stove and my make-shift wok counter with the two-legged wok. One careless turn.... Amazingly, I neither burned myself nor burned down the house-converted-into-an-apartment building. Having survived what could have been Darwinian exercise in evolution, I can now blog semi-knowledgably about all my favorite foods, and some of my not-so-favorites.
Here's to great food and fun in the kitchen! Cheers.
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