As someone who hardly set food in the kitchen until a couple of years ago and who only just learnt the difference between ‘whisk’ and ‘beat’, I never used to understand why people found baking therapeutic, cooking fun, or kitchen gadgets exciting.
Fast forward 4 years, 2 babies and dozens of simple recipes, I’ve come to embrace the kitchen and everything that it embodies: taste, nourishment, warmth, love. The kitchen really is the heart of the home. And not much beats home-made meals made with love. Especially if the meals are made with your mom or your BFF.
Recently, friends and family got me cute baking tools for Christmas. It’s difficult to fathom how these small utensils could bring so much joy. Perhaps it’s because of their charming design and ease of usage? Or perhaps it’s because they symbolize boundless possibilities and endless hours of fun?
Now that my little one is starting to take interest in being my sous chef, and the littler one has just started on solids, I foresee hours of entertainment (and mounds of mess) in the new year.
Happy New Year lovelies!