I wasn’t feeling too good yesterday, so today I decided to go to the doctor’s office to get it check out. turns out I have a throat infection and a sinus infection. I’m now on penicillin, so it’s getting better. The reason I didn’t write a post yesterday was that I was in so much pain I could barely do anything and I usually can take a lot of pain before complaining, so as you can imagine it was pretty bad. But I’m on painkillers now, so I’m able to write at least. Enough about me being sick and over to something a whole lot more fun and interesting.
Let’s talk about the Italian food culture. I’ve only been to Italy three times. First time I visited Italy I was 14 y.o. I was attending my cousin’s wedding, she’s my mom’s sisters daughter. Her fathers family own a small vacation apartment complex in a small village called Raffa, it’s about 20 minutes outside Salo. It’s in northern Italy, and my aunt and my cousin’s family live in a town called Breccia, outside of Milan. My mom and I traveled with my mom’s boyfriend at the time and he had rented a car which made it possible for us to drive around and see a lot of things around and near Lake Garda. We went to see Venice, Verona, Pisa and a whole lot of small villages along the way. I learned a lot that summer, not cooking wise but I did fall in love with the Italian cuisine. Next time I visited Italy we went to Tuscany. We lived in what used to be an old pasta fabric that was turned into an apartment complex. We stayed there for three weeks and traveled around Tuscany visiting different villages, Florence, Siena and many more. We lived in Greve in Chanti which is practically the heart of the Chianti district. While Iwas was in Tuscany I remember the village square. Every Saturday afternoon and Sunday after church there was a marked filing up the square. Food, clothing, toys, shoes, kitchenware etc. For the three weeks we were there we went to the market every Saturday and every Sunday. It was amazing. The food was amazing, and it got me even more interested in food and in cooking than I was before. We do cook a lot of Italian food at my house and I love my mom’s lasagna served with a good salad and homemade garlic bread. It doesn’t get better than that. I do on the other hand have a lot of favorite dishes, but my mom’s lasagna is number one for sure.
I fell in love with cooking when I was a kid, I wasn’t good but I learned something new every day. When we went to Italy I fell in love with cooking even more and that’s when I knew that taking a year in cooking-high-school was the right choice to make. I could have finished my education with a second year but I didn’t for personal reasons. But ever since then I’ve tried out new dishes, tried recipe testing, making my own recipes and for the past five years I’ve been creating my own dishes, many I do not even remember. but I’ve kept going, now I write down every recipe I create and maybe someday I will make a book out of it, or not. Either way, I love to cook and to share my recipes with all of you. Another thing that has helped shape my passion for cooking is all of my vacations to Greece with my mom, but that is a whole new story for another time.
Coming up tomorrow is my very own recipe for beef skewers.
I hope all of you have an amazing Tuesday and I hope to see you back here tomorrow.