January 13, 2012

My dream man was a chef, just because I didn't use to know the way to the kitchen. But rules are made to be broken, as they say, so at one point I had to replace economic books with cooking books and pens with aprons. 

Things have been hard, I used to wash the meat from a peas stew I was trying to make, just because I didn't like the taste of it, fry it and then put it back in the pan. Silly, right? 

Oh, funny stories back then. 5 years have past since playing with food, the last 2 years though in a more serious way. Writing recipes for some cooking magazines, cooking websites and appearing in a video cooking for a prestigious magazine in Romania, posting hundreds of recipes on my blog, they all have made me dream of a small bistro with appetisers and cakes. By the sea. Or in the middle of London, who cares? Just to see it come true it would make me so happy. 

But first, I wish I can take that trip in Florence where they can teach you some great techniques and recipes. Did I mention that I love Italian cuisine? Oh, but I adore it... what about French? Macaroons, ulalala... 

Also, attending a cooking school wouldn't mind... Big dreams, you see? Still, back to reality, I miss those cooking days with my friends, where we had so much fun playing in the kitchen, eating good stuff an enjoying our friendship. That is a true fact of why cooking is so special to me. 
What else can bring people together but a great recipe and the love for food? 'Cause nothin' says lovin' like something from the oven!

2 comentarii:

  1. Ai un blog minunat, draga Elena! Nu stiu cum nu am dat peste el pana acum! Mii de felicitari!!! I'll follow your blog :)

  2. Multumesc tare mult:) nu ai dat de mine pentru ca, spre deosebire de alte bloguri, nu imi fac reclama excesiv;)) aici e un loc unde postez retete pentru cei dragi si ma bucur de fiecare data cand familia se largeste:)