Loving cooking and the kitchen...Part One
Yes, how much I love cooking. I love very much being in the kitchen where I find myself, my freedom, and I am creative in making anything in the kitchen. While I was working and before I was fired from my job, I would not go to work until I prepared lunch. I would lend a helping hand and help my mother, so I would do the same. I knead bread. My love for my mother and for cooking makes me wake up early, to enter the kitchen and immediately after eating breakfast, I get creative in preparing dough and tagines, and I leave everything until my mother wakes up and cooks it. Since I was young, I have always been close and loved cooking and the kitchen. I often did not leave it for the whole day. In my free time, and during the annual vacation, I am the one who prepares meals for our guests, and I take care of their meals as long as they are with us at home. My father, may God have mercy on him, loved very much for me to prepare for him all the delicious things he loved in cooking. Glory be to God, all the food he prepared was to my family’s liking. All of them, and even my family and some of our neighbours. I find my comfort and self in the kitchen. I see cooking as a beautiful art with my fingertips. I used to excel at serving wonderful Moroccan delicacies. My studies or work never distracted me from the kitchen. I always researched the culinary arts from the books of chefs who loved cooking like me. I searched for... My goal is in the kitchen, I create delicious things out of my many and varied ideas. Even while I was at work, I often looked for this aspect in the office visitors. I liked talking about cooking, and I was often happy if I found someone who was interested in the kitchen and cooking like me.