My story

Mopping up the spilt milk

I am not, nor have I ever thought of myself, as someone who has a natural talent when it comes to cooking. I would much rather lie on the couch and watch Jamie Oliver or Ina Garten make a culinary masterpiece than attempt to do it myself.

For the biggest part of my life, my cooking knowledge consisted of making green salad and boiling potatoes. If I was really in the mood to impress my family I would roast a chicken in the oven, but that was about it.

At some point in 2013, something just clicked. I wanted to make the amazing things I saw on cooking shows and the recipes I found in our dusty cookbooks and online.

I slowly but surely started making some of my mom's simpler cookie recipes. I moved on to more complicated things like shortbread and experienced one of my proudest moments when I took my first baked cheesecake out of the oven. I also worked on some savoury dishes that offer more sustenance and deserve equally as much recognition.

I am sure that I am not the only person who is a bit intimidated by kitchen appliances, ingredients I can't pronounce and cooking methods that warrant a Google search.

This blog is in honour of anyone who has ever had to do their share of mopping up spilt milk and eating heaps of humble pie when your hard work does not turn out the way you thought it would.

I probably have as much to learn about writing about food as I do making it, so please bear with me. We will eventually reach culinary triumphs together.

But 'til we get there, I am going to entertain you with my misadventures and sporadic success stories.

Thank you for visiting Spilt Milk and Humble Pie. I hope you enjoy my breakthroughs and failures in the kitchen as much as I do.