I remember my grandmother cooking day and night whenever there were guests in the house. She remained all day crooked up in the kitchen, cooking, never complaining of her tiresome health problems. We often wondered how many interesting discussion my grandmother missed, from politics to adventure, crime, thriller and what not. It is when I grew up that I realized, the kitchen meant the world to my grandma. She came out with masterpieces every time she went in.
Unfortunately, she could not pass her skillful knowledge to me. The people who absorbed her mastery have now total disregard for food, and especially for people who love to eat.
So, in this blog I try to learn my grandmother's ways and see what becomes of me...
God help me!!!!
