Food excites me. Cooking liberates me. I had to move to another continent to realise that. I’ve always had this passion deep inside of me but I never really did anything about it. Being born in Singapore to Malay parents pretty much guaranteed me a good grounding in food culture. And with all the good food available round the clock, eating in Singapore can be considered our national sport.
As a child, my cooking experience started young and I was, like everyone else forced to work my way up the chain in my Grandma’s kitchen.
Often tasked with the menial chores, little did I know at the time that I would be equipped with all the basic skills I need now. But all that experience seemed to be lost and almost forgotten when I started my working life. I didn’t have much connection with the kitchen. Mum would prepare all the meals or it was far easier to eat out with friends because in Singapore, when you eat out, you eat well. My cooking repertoire was reduced to roasted vegetables, fried rice and salads.
It wasn’t until I married and moved to Australia that the desire to cook and I mean really cook started to well inside me. And so I did. Then something wonderful happened. I discovered a hidden kitchen inside me. All that forgotten experience as a child, those latent skills and memories came to my rescue in our crappy little kitchen which is hidden amongst trees on a hill in a sleepy little suburb in Sydney. It was then that I realised that you don’t really need much to make great food. You just need to discover the hidden kitchen within you. And that’s what this blog is about. I want to share with you my hidden kitchen and hopefully, inspire you to discover yours. Buon Appetito!