I fell in love with cooking and baking on my first year of college. At first, I was just following the other girls in my dorm who OBVIOUSLY had an experience with a knife before and I thought, “Well, there’s no way I will only eat cafeteria food for the next 4 years of my life here, so why not? How hard can it be anyway?”
Turned out it was a disaster.
They actually had to teach me how NOT to butcher a bell pepper. But of course, it was actually kind of okay, sure I still had to teach myself the big mystery of how to prepare a meal. But the good thing was that I never had to cook alone (at least most of the time) and I also got to make friends with people through cooking and baking.
The next thing I know, on weekends I always invited people over or get invited to cook together for lunch and dinner. I guess I can say that most of my friendships in college started with food and they keep on revolving around it.
Food really does bring people together and I get to experience it firsthand.
Good food and good company have been a big part of my college life, and now that I’ve moved on from college and starting my life as a working girl, I would still like to bring this little piece of the memories with me and share it with other people. In hoping that they will get to have the same experience I did in the most convenient way possible.
The lazy mothercooker
is a reflection of me nowadays, and other busy people who love looking at complete home-cooked meals and go “I could never have time time or the energy for that…” or “It’s you and me forever, my dear microwave.” THIS. This is my solution, in a form of comfort food, many of which I learned from my friends all over the world.
Reflecting on this intro, I figured I’ve come a long way since my first year. Of course, I still have a long way to go and I’m so excited for it. With this blog, I hope that I can share not only my recipes, but also my stories. I hope that in the long run I can also inspire people to chase their dreams no matter where you are or what you’re doing now. Because in all that’s real, our dreams will still, and always be here for as long as we want them to be, and as long as our passion is still intact to them, all we need is only time and patience.
From the girl who rubbed her eyes the minute she finished chopping onions for the first time,