And made me a foodie.
Watching my social media feed fill up with pictures and praise on Mother’s Day brings a tear to my eye. Moms are special. And I understand what they go through the more I go through with my own child. I’m not here to tell you how great my mum was or share any pictures of us together. I am going to share with you that my mom instilled in me my passion for food, cooking and baking. She had no idea she was doing this, she never pushed me to take cooking classes, she just raised us the only way she knew how. That meant we ate how they did in New Zealand and in Europe (where my brother and sister were born) and we learned how to cook and prepare meals at a young age. We ate a lot of cow’s tongue (we had this last week in NYC), ox tail, stinky cheeses, bone marrow, rabbit and so on. We cooked every night and going out to eat only occurred maybe once a month and it was for the same Chinese Restaurant my dad loved or the Italian place downtown that he fancied.
All three of us children learned to cook at a young age because when mom was working, we were responsible for making sure dinner was prepared and we always made our own breakfast and lunches. On the weekends, my parents would prepare a nicer meal with some sort of dessert. Somebody was always cooking, bread was baking, chicken was sizzling, scones were in the oven, it was fantastic. I loved to eat, we all loved to eat and it showed. I was once told that my siblings and I were well fed….this was true but I’m pretty sure it was also to state that we were all a tad plump.Now that I have my own family, my child and husband are also well fed. I’m always in the kitchen cooking and baking and I get such joy seeing my little boy help out. He’s so proud when he can say he helped prepare the meal we’re enjoying. So thank you mother dearest for getting me in the kitchen at such a young age. For letting us make messes, juice hundreds of lemons, make birthday cakes and cook chicken, rice and peas for dinner every weekday of our childhood. Thank you for letting me put stains on your beloved cookbooks and for introducing some amazing foods into my mouth. Without you, I wouldn’t have found my passion for food! xoxoxo your well fed daughter