The Secret Ingredient Is Always Love | Bucket List


My obsession for cooking/baking began in my early teens. And credit goes to the food shows on TV & a diary that my Mom inherited from her Mom.

This is an old diary, barely being held together because of its age. In its yellowed and brittle pages are recipes scribbled by my Granny and Mom; and later on by me too. Everything from basic everyday cooking to elaborate desserts.

The diary is a culmination of years of efforts taken to accumulate recipes from all available sources. Of course the time my granny decided to keep this diary, she didn’t have access to a television and probably acquired recipes through the library or radio (I’m assuming they had cooking shows on the radio back in the day). My mom too initially acquired recipes from magazines and later on from TV shows.

The process of cooking/baking really appeals to me. I enjoy it! I like the hard work, in fact if given a choice and the time, I would make everything from scratch.

Over the years my parents have been very supportive about this hobby of mine. They used to buy me baking equipment all the time! They were also willing audience to my experiments in the kitchen.

If I may say so, I believe I am a decent amateur baker. However, the dream that I’ve always had is to be able to bake even the most complex looking dishes. I want to master all the techniques and methods. I want to strive to a professional baker. I want to be self taught, because there’s no greater teacher than experience itself. I want to learn to use everyday, locally sourced ingredients to create dishes that are healthy and taste great at the same time. I want to be able to spread love through the food I cook.

Because if there’s one thing that unites the entire world, its food.


What’s on your bucket list? Let me know in the comments below!


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Things my mirror told me


The very sight of you is repulsive. 

You are such a beauty.

Do you even know who you are?

Darling, you know exactly who you are.

Are those stretch marks I see?

Stretch marks or not, you are still you.

Why are you so egocentric?

You are a considerate person.

Why are you so skinny?

You are enough.

Who would want to be with you?

Anyone would be lucky to be with you.

Why are you so frail?

You are indestructible.



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