It was around the age of 7 my passion, my addiction, and my appreciation for the culinary arts took root. My culinary roots were planted by my Grandmother and Mother. As I got older and as the eldest brother, I had to cook for my siblings while our mother was out making a living for her four children. It wasn’t until moved out on my own for college my culinary roots started to blossom into passion and addiction.
Cooking isn’t something you can learn in a 4-week class to a 4-year vocational college, culinary arts school, or from a library of cookbooks. Mastering the art of cookery is a lifelong practice and a journey I intend to continue making for the remainder of my life. This trip had been fraught with many awful creations, but that is expected when dealing with creating art. As with any passionate artist, it’s the practice that brings joy and failure/ disappointment that pushes us to go beyond our comfort zones.
Cooking has become a meditative practice for me and a way to bring people together and take them on a journey. Food has shaped the history of civilizations and cultures. It pleases me to know that my cooking can satisfy and make people happy. I have enjoyed connecting people through meals I have served over the decades, even more I appreciate the critiques that help me improve my craft.
We all have to eat…why not enjoy making good food that nourishes one’s self? Look forward to making the mistakes that you can learn from and find inspiration from your creations.
I’m putting this blog up to share my culinary creations and explorations with you and I welcome you to do the same with me.
“He who works with his hands is a laborer.
He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman.
He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.”
― Francis of Assisi