About this blog

When I was young, about 10 years old, I hated cooking. My mother and my sister where kitchen geniuses and I steered clear, famously (in my family) declaring, "When I grow older, I will have a house without a kitchen, instead I will only use mail order food. You can be the fat cooks and I will have a career, and no time to cook."

As it turns out, it is possible to have a life, a career and a very healthy kitchen, just as much as it is pleasurable to spend 5 hours preparing a heavy cream filled pie, you can't wait to have melt in your mouth.

I discovered somewhat recently, that I have a ritual. Everyday, on my way back from work I try to think of ways to combine foods, of ways to marry food I grew up on with what I see in the best of restaurants. So I come home, and put my pink polka dot apron on and create my lemon filled sanctuary. It is in cooking, in chopping mostly, that I find and absolute calm and build up anticipation, on what this dish is actually going to taste like.

And so with that, I bring to you my exploration of things said and recipes explored.

As they say in Greek,
Kali Oreksi

LM