I'm not sure when exactly, but at some point, I became a food snob. By that, I don't mean limiting myself to foods that are rare and expensive, but to good, tasty, food.
I like to spend time in the kitchen as much as I do in restaurants. Though every time I eat in a restaurant, I learn something new. Why something works, why something doesn't work, why I want to go running into my own kitchen.
I believe that cooking is strengthened by experience, in the form of eating and, rolling up my sleeves.
I once said that if I ever rule the world (or strike it rich, whichever comes first), I'd apply to chef school...first at George Brown, then Cordon Bleu, etc, etc, until I become a full-fledged chef.
Let's be clear - I don't ever want to own a restaurant. My passion for food lies in what I can make for my friends and family. To see the looks of surprise and pleasure when they try a new dish - either out of my own kitchen or from someone else's.
May this entry be the start of my culinary education, or at the very least, a place where I can share my love of food.
