I’ve loved to cook ever since I was little. And I started baking in my later teen years. But then I stopped. A full time career in textile designing and later merchandising took me on a path which left me with little time to pursue my passion, though I still cooked my own dinners. After all a girl’s gotta eat!
A friend suggested I write down my recipes after a while since I was more of an instinctive cook. You know the sort who puts in a pinch of this and a dollop of that, no weights or measures involved, which meant that I had to keep relying on my taste-buds and olfactory senses to help me replicate a dish… woe betide the times I had the common cold and received a heartfelt request from a friend to make something they’d eaten before at my house and loved. So I finally got down to penning down the dishes I cooked. It was hard at first, because I would get lost in what I was doing and had to backtrack step by step.
I’ve got to confess… I still do that at times.
And then one day I had enough of my job and ditched it to trek and wander around my beautiful country (India), venturing out of my comfort zone to meet new people and myself through meditation, and it was blissful. I cooked at the meditation centre on occasion, they had a couple of regular paid cooks and then they had us, a migrant group of unpaid volunteers or servers, who served at the centres during and even off courses, doing myriad jobs, some of which involved cooking, which was my favourite part.
So this is me, a writer, a lawyer, an artist who finds expression through her little clay boys, and a passionate cook and baker, who hopes to someday retire to the hills, buy an old rambling house and convert it into a B-n-B with a café for passers-by to hop into for a chat, a game of scrabble, some good coffee, and loads of good food.