Welcome to my new blog! The focus of this blog is intended to be about my cooking adventures (good and bad), but I am sure that will expand with time.
Sometimes I feel quite excited about things I see and do, but am too far away from family and friends to share. Everyone's busy, and they probably don't need me to call to talk about the great slow cooker dinner I just made (my boyfriend M and the dog get a lot of these stories instead). But I love hearing recipies from friends, and learning what works and what doesn't and discovering new things as I go.
The older I get, the more I love cooking. In the back of my head all day, I'm thinking of what I'm going to make for dinner, and as soon as I get home, I'm excited to start. It invigorates me and tends to be the highlight of my day.
If you're wondering about the Blog name, it comes from the following song (links to a recording as well):
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy,
You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore;
When the m-m-m-moon shines,
Over the c-c-c-cowshed,
I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door
My mum's parents used to sing this to me in the kitchen of their house on West 1st (brings a little tear to my eye to hear it actually). It always reminds me of fun family times in the kitchen. My grandparents had a lot of parties, and as in most houses, the kitchen was where the action was, often in the form of cards and rum and cokes. It was a great place to be a kid. Thanks to my grandmother's British background, it wasn't always the greatest place for food...but my mum has more than made up for any British-cooking induced childhood trauma, and she remains a kitchen inspiration to me now.
So, thank you for following me, and I hope you enjoy reading about these adventures as much as I enjoy undertaking them!
My front door - closest to kitchen door I could get ;)
My mum's parents used to sing this to me in the kitchen of their house on West 1st (brings a little tear to my eye to hear it actually). It always reminds me of fun family times in the kitchen. My grandparents had a lot of parties, and as in most houses, the kitchen was where the action was, often in the form of cards and rum and cokes. It was a great place to be a kid. Thanks to my grandmother's British background, it wasn't always the greatest place for food...but my mum has more than made up for any British-cooking induced childhood trauma, and she remains a kitchen inspiration to me now.
So, thank you for following me, and I hope you enjoy reading about these adventures as much as I enjoy undertaking them!
My front door - closest to kitchen door I could get ;)
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