When my family discussed baby names for me, several names were brought to the table. Mom mentioned, “Francis,” “Molly,” and “Lilly.” My older brother suggested, “Cinnamon Roll,” because I would be the sweetest baby sister, ever . While somewhat ordinary, my family eventually settled on, “Samantha.”
Today, I’m a driven, nineteen-year-old girl, who is interested in swimming, art, and most importantly to this blog, cooking. My kitchen affair began early, due to two important women. Primarily, my mother taught me that the kitchen is a place for joy and experimentation. After her novel-worthy days as a shrink, she came home to our family, pulled out the current recipe magazine, and started to cook. Her selections were always exciting, and most of the time, they were good. While now I refuse to admit that her culinary knowledge once surpassed my own, Mom taught me about fennel, blood oranges, and balsamic vinegar.
Secondly, my nanny deserves credit. Her cooking was 100% love and I will never again have scrambled eggs as good as hers. After long vacations from home, she made sure that our fridge was stocked and a crock pot of braised pork and vegetables was ready. She fed the memorable duo of mashed potatoes and green beans. Maybe it’s inappropriate, but the butter sandwich, a true passion of mine, was her signature. Nanny made the kitchen comfortable.
I brought my own skills to our kitchen as soon as I could. At age five, I entered a Southern Living recipe contest, and I won! My recipe was the, “Gouda-Lover’s Chicken Sandwich.” (As a side note, they kind of mutilated my recipe. There also used to be a big article about it on the internet, but I can’t find it now.) Anyway, I’ve come a long way since then.
Throughout my childhood, my relationship with food has been all over the map. Roles include, but are not limited to:
- Mommy, make me a snack.
- Can I stir the pancake batter?
- What is there to eat?
- I’ll just make it myself.
- How many calories does that have?
- I’m not eating. . . anything.
- Get out of my kitchen!
- Mom, I’m going to bake bread today.
- Boyfriend, we’re going to bake cookies tonight!
- Let’s make dinner together.
My role in the kitchen has change from the one being fed to the one doing the feeding. During the transition, I’ve listened, read, and watched my way through thousands of cooking-related media. In the culinary arena, my knowledge is quite strong. Just to give you an idea, I’ve tested and documented hundreds of recipes, ranging from Gourmet’s duck confit to my aunt’s pumpkin cookies. My passion for cooking transcends the limits of one specific style.
P.S. For extra reading about me, you can go to my swim page. It explains my other passion and the story behind my “food roles.”