I remember myself as a young boy – I could’ve been like 7 or 8 – opening the fridge and the cupboards, choosing and mixing and blending as if I was one of the most famous chefs in the world. And I even explained what I was doing to my invisible audience!
The results were pretty miserable though. Most of the times, especially at the beginning, I had to throw my “stuff” away because the only definition you could give it was toxic or better… disgusting.
But cooking was in my blood, and little by little I improved my skills, becoming the pretty good cook I am now.
I like to cook for myself, of course, but I think that preparing food without a “judge panel” is a bit boring. It’s way much more fun to cook when I have friends over for dinner, trying to impress them with classics, or if I’m particularly inspired, with something new that generally comes in my mind just having a look at the ingredients available.
There is always space and time to learn new things, though. I really like food in all its features, I like experimenting new cuisines, new flavours, new textures, always being faithful to my strong Italian roots.
So this nth cooking blog is a way to share my experiences and my passion for the kitchen, but it’s also dedicated to my mum.