This is a little bit of History about my love of cooking.
I have always believed that the best gift you can give anyone is to Cook for them.
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Mum & Dad on their wedding day |
Some were weird.. some made you want to take a bite out of thin air... and others made you wretch, but all had a story and were made by my Dad
Here are some of the smells that have left a lasting dent on my brain...


Baked Beetroot, until I was in my 30's I never even tasted freshly baked beetroot. The smell from home always put me off, but now I'm a big girl I love it.

I was brought up in a Catholic family, and my mum would insist that we attended mass each week. I would choose to go on Saturday night which meant I could spend Sunday morning in the kitchen with my Dad cooking the Sunday dinner. That is were my love of cooking started and I still love to bake and cook and find it so theraputic.
So now you know who to blame for all my kitchen trials and tribulations.
I still ring my Dad on occasion looking for advise, and he is high on my list of tasters. Only second to the hungry Husband & Kids
Here I am with 1 of my 6 sisters, mucking about as usual. I'm the one trying to escape. x
