As a child I fell in love with stories pretty quickly. My family were unfortunately gifted with the job of reading me books, poems and nursery rhymes every night, sometimes over and over until I was satisfied that we both could quote them at will. My poor sister probably still knows the beginning of Peter Pan better than I do. Through this I found my love of literature and as soon as I could read on my own I couldn’t be stopped.
When I wasn’t reading I was just as happy to cook with my mum who makes the best cakes in my opinion. As you can see from the pictures above my main cooking influence from her is that it should be just as creative as it is delicious. Even as I write this she has just walked into my room with a cupcake she just made. It was peanut butter flavoured with chocolate icing and tasted amazing incase you wanted to know.
If I have time I love to help her cook and have so many amazing memories of times when I did as a child. When I look back, my family reading to me and cooking with me hold a large proportion of my memories.
You can see how aesthetically pleasing food can be.
You can hear the sounds of it crunching or breaking.
You can feel the textures and how they are different.
You can smell the aromas of every ingredient.
And most importantly you can taste it.