Yeah ..Yeah … I don’t like cooking nor do I like baking. In fact, I am quite lucky! When I grew up , food were just on the table for what I knew. All I needed to do was to show up at the dining table and woala … foods were ready and time for me to chow down. Then I was sent to college where I was on my own, far away from home and I was living in a housing where it didn’t come with food. Scratching my head and found myself at the Kentucky Fried Chicken with a brand-new rice cooker. Cooking rice was a challenge … The rice was either over-cooked or under-cooker—Take a pick!
Gradually … I managed to learn how to cook. Yeah … cooking for survival! Before I knew it, I was cooking for some years until my first daughter was born and then I was excused—Yes! You heard me right … ever since she was born I have never been back to the kitchen except for getting some food. Foods just magically appeared and they are good :-) –Can’t complain here …
Then my younger one was taking art-n-cooking class from her school and (you guessed it) she made pretzel for me on Mother’s Day and for her dad on Father’s Day –Cinnamon Rolls! Alright—she definitely carved out the biggest smile out of her dad. And I think it was more like feeling proud and touched :-)
Here are some photos for your amusement ...
Hope you enjoy this little cooking bug’s creations! --The biggest cinnamon rolls that I ever tasted and they were DE-li-ci-ous!!!
Until next stop,
Journey of Life