Somewhere in a tropical island in south asian sea, a girl graw up at a home where her grandmother and mother cooked most of the time. She shared her house duties to wash vegetable, fish, chicken and dishes. Sometimes, she cooked rice. Secretly, she thought that she was the best cook of rice. The cooked rice was just perfectly soft yet firm. If anyone of you ever cooked a big wok of rice for eight in a hot summer with wood, you must have some respect for her now. It required half hour~one hour to sit in front of the stone oven and threw in the thin wood constantly. It was boring and hot yet required full attention.
At 14, she began to stay at school and eat at high school cafeteria. At 16, she went to university and eat at university cafeterias. She ate there seven years until she finished her bachelor and master degree. Then she taught chemistry at another university and ate at cafeterias too. That became her life style. She felt fine despite the food were not in great quality (Imagine how tough it can be for the cafeteria offered meals to thousands hungry students all at the rush hours). Yet life was simple this way. Price was cheap. With so many students, lots of choices.
If one can continue to eat at cafeteria like that, she would still stick with it. How simple!
Until one day, she came to Canada and she gotta learn to cook!
She bought 10 cooking books! She began her journey of cooking!
How hard!
She can't understand the books. They filled with all the unknown mysterious materials. It was tougher than to solve toughest chemistry equations.
Yet, fearlessly, she jumped into this cooking quest! How tough it can be!
So she opened the books, picked one look delicious. She took the book to the food stores. She walked around and around until found all the mysterious materials and went back home. She put the book right in front of her at the tiny kitchen and began the whole new cooking experiments............
So from then on, sometimes, she stayed at home and enjoyed the wonderful meals after a hard work. And sometimes, she rushed out to eat to satisfy her hungry. After that, she got the energy to go back to discard the unsuccessful results.
Until now, she has experienced so many and more may still to come. With time, this beautiful cooking blog will begin to contain many colorful moments of joy or pain and many recipes direct or indirect from her own cooking journey!
When life offers apple, take and eat it. When life offers lemon, take and make it into a lemon cake!
Friday, October 27, 2006
Once upon a time.....
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So I finally know....you are Chinese. I knew you were briliant but I didn't know you were this educated. Congratulations on many achivements in life. I would give almost anything to be able to communicate in a 2nd langauge. And, we do have cooking in common. I love to cook. I always look forward to family reunion time each year because all of the kids and grnadkids are here and I can cook and cook all day long. I think that is the sweetest gift of cooking....sharing it with the ones you love. That is if you're a good cook. My mother was a terrible cook. She thought everything had to be cooked on high. so everything we ate was alwasy burned. Oh but did she ever have the lovliest flower gardens. I think that is what I remember about my mom the most is that she was always surrounded by the most beautiful flowers. This is another lovely and creative blog Lansy....very personal I like it very much!
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