The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Food is my thing. It has always been. Since I was a kid, my pallet got used to all sorts of food. Ok, maybe excluding the vegetables. But tell me which kid is mad about veggies in his plate? I had the luck that my parents and their friends kind of led and still lead a competition who is cooking better and which surprises will appear next time at the table. But how did I end up where I am today? I was the youngest of children in this friends circle, no nannies or grandparents that could take care of me while my parents go to dinner parties. So I was always that little plus one guest that gets secretly invited. Oh, how I enjoyed during that time. Those were special days, days with the amazing food and as an eight-year-old, I already became an expert in caviar, scampi, carpaccio, beef tartar. One day my parents decided that I might be too old to go to those dinners and left me alone at home. When they came back home, they found me in the living room with a full-blown set up for a fancy dinner. Needless to say, also a glass of champaign was at the table. They didn't know should they cry or laugh. But one thing was sure - they never left me alone during the dinner parties, it was way easier to take me with them no matter how old I was. My life returned to normal and I got to enjoy these food feasts. Somehow, along the way, they figured out that if I go to the dinner parties, I am old enough and skilled to help when it was our turn. I watched them with admiration, picking the recipes, choosing ingredients, prepping the food. Saturday mornings were blocked for coffee in bed, cookbooks and markets. Years later, this turned out to be one of my favourite moments in the week. Flipping the colourful pages with recipes and thinking is today the day to try and prepare it. Somethings follow you in your life, no matter what goes on. And cooking and food addiction are, I guess, my thing. I do not consider myself as a top-notch chef, I am far from that, trust me. I just like to recreate things I eat in the restaurants, see in the books or read about. Always with a special spice touch. If there is one thing that I am proud of inheriting from my parents, it would be love for the food, experimenting and cooking. Few rules, if you ever get to meet me. Never try to lead a serious conversation with me if I am hungry, do not make fun of my spice drawer, pizza matrix or eat-the-colours mantra. I like meat, a lot, and that is something no one will change. Challenge me with the new recipes and different cuisines, I like to learn new things.

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