I’ve always liked cooking, but never really understood it too much. I loved food, but the processes behind it was always a mystery, and to be honest, I wasn’t really fussed on knowing. As I got older, got married and started having a family, my interest in food, and providing a complete meal started growing. So I started watching, reading, asking questions, and more importantly, started experimenting. From there, a real interest grew, quite rapidly. Cooking went from becoming a way to wind down after work to something that became quite consuming from a thought point of view.
I got a wonderful gift from my work mates for my 30th Birthday which included a Chef’s knife, cookbook and probably the most poignant, admission to a cooking class. That one class really set in my mind that food could become more than a hobby, and a passion to take it further. Looking back, that gift was a real turning point for me.
From there, I cooked for anyone, and everyone I could. I experimented all of the time with food for family and friends, in a myriad of different ways. I loved looking at recipes, plating styles and flavour combinations and how I could put my own spin on them. Desserts, meats, seafood, poultry, bakes, poaches, pasta, sauces. Anything and everything got a go and offered a new chance to learn. The only downside side, all of this awesome tucker gave me a decent roof over the shed, if you get my drift! It got to the point that the feedback and comments I was getting from the people who were eating my food were very positive, and I started thinking that maybe I wasn’t as bad as what I thought I was, and maybe I could try something further.
Enter the”Master Chef Australia” moment…
Now that’s a story that I’ll share later!