First ingredient: Inspiration

I am 15 years old now and in a few months time, will be L-plater 16! Woo! Can't wait! But for now, I have to.

So... Cooking. At school we were taught how to cook and how to read a recipe properly. It's called Home Economics or Food and Technology. I've loved it and enjoyed every single class, but maybe not so much the theory, because sometimes it was full information overload, but it was very tolerable.

At school, I've cooked chocolate hedgehogs, the basic Easter cupcakes to the more advanced ones such as cooking your international dish that represented a country from the Commonwealth Games. I made beef satay in skewers with a peanut sauce. Sounds complicated? Well, it wasn't, compared to what those absolutely ingenious Junior Masterchefs cooked up.

What inspired me to cook, you ask?
Apart from the best friend who always seemed to have the time in her hands to whip something up, basically Junior Masterchef, and she could very much relate to that.

I just couldn't stand being left in the dark while the younger generation are cooking up duck dumplings cooked two ways or tea-infused quail. I mean seriously. Who knows the difference between a coulis from their confit? I know I don't... well, until now anyway.

It hurt my pride. But more importantly, it woke me up to the realisation that I needed to step up my game.

Inspiration: Junior Masterchef and the fact that most of the kids there have an absolute passion in cooking and they mostly cook for their family.

Italian twins, Isabella and Sofia was very much in this category. The one where I wanted to be. They cooked since they were one and apart from having a natural talent, they just have a passion for cooking for those they love with little Sofia saying she loves to cook for her dad.

Okay then. To cook for family, whom I absolutely love, will be my inspiration. Of course, apart from my want to be better, that is. :)


First ingredient officially ticked off the list.