When I was younger, my mom attempted to teach me how to cook. She’d try to show me how to do certain things, try to get me to recreate them and generally just involve me as much as possible. I was having none of it. I wasn’t interested in the slightest.
This clearly disappointed the Home Economics teacher side of her. Her own daughter didn’t want to learn from her.
I remember my first kitchen disaster when I was around 10 years old, I wanted cake but there was none at home. My mom was out (I wasn’t home alone- our maid at the time was with me) so I thought I’d make a chocolate cake using a box mix that I found. How hard could it be? Very. I didn’t know how long to cook the cake for… this resulted in a very gooey uncooked sunken cake but it was mine. My first creation.
Don’t get me wrong, there were times where I helped my mom. Jam thumb cookies were my favourite, a recipe from my middle school cookbook. Favourite in the sense that I got to eat them all afterwards!
When I moved away to boarding school age 17, I shocked my mom by revealing that I willingly decided to enrol myself into a Home Economics class for some extra credit. Her response? “I’ve been trying to teach you to cook for years and you were never interested!”
I did an entire two-year course in less than 9 months, whizzing through all the set cooking assignments. From making Eve’s pudding to the more savoury feta cheese sambousek, which made me pass my exams with flying colours. A flame was slowly lit.
It wasn’t until after I finished University and moved back to Glasgow that my love for cooking truly shone. I was cooking for my grandfather, following recipes I found in books and baking cakes. It was at that point where my personal blog evolved into incorporating my new-found love of food.
I think my mom hated the fact (and probably still does) that she wasn’t the one to kick-start my culinary bug, but over the years I’ve started to appreciate all the input she has into whatever I create. From teaching me cake decorating techniques to poaching perfect eggs every time.
Maybe I was listening to her over the years after all. A little voice in the back of my head. We’ll never know.
Now in my 30’s, I love nothing better than experimenting in the kitchen. Whether it be making some choux pastry, creating random sauce concoctions, following the more complicated recipe or trying to master some of my favourite dishes, I cannot get enough.
I have my mom to thank me for that. Even if I don’t tell her that to her face.
This Mother’s Day, I’m planning on creating an Asian feast featuring some dishes we both love. In particular Singapore Chicken Rice, her all time favourite. I’ve worn out most of the pots and pans in the kitchen so Debenhams have kindly sent me some new ones so I can continue my crazy cooking exploits for years to come.
What has your mother taught you that you’re most grateful for? Any plans for Mother’s Day? Stuck for gift ideas?