Hi there! I grew up in a poor family in the 1950s that could not afford travel. So we visited countries by cooking. My grandfather and father were both passionate cooks. I sat on the kitchen counter watching everything they did, tasting as we went along and falling in love with the way these dear men lovingly and passionately prepared food. I owe my love of cooking, and the spontaneous, creative ways I approach it to them. I can cook anything I set my mind to. [Actually anyone can if they simply give it a go...if inexperienced, all you need to do is make sure you have a cookbook with good instructions, or read some basic instructional cookbooks on definitions, techniques, etc. before you travel off into the wonderful world of food]. Nothing makes me more happy than sharing table with just about anyone over a good meal.