For as long as I remember, I've always lived for the next tasty mouthful.
It can be something as luxurious as slow-braised abalone, or as simple as a properly made wonton in pork bone soup. Good food soothes my spirit, just as good books soothe my soul.
One of my earliest memories is playing in the kitchen, at the ripe old age of 2, with the pots and pans while my mother was making a meal of sorts. Not that I didn't have a kitchen playset of my own--I did--but why play with pretend ones when the real ones were available and within easy reach?
This is where I'll post my food-related adventures, in the kitchen, and out of it. And whatever happens, I'll write about it--just the way it is.