The closest thing in my heart would be my tummy

My mom's a great cook. My memories of childhood are never far away from the kitchen. The aroma of the kitchen, the wonders of the meals prepared by the most humble ingredients. Food perked me up and it's my mom's great way of showing her love for me.

I don't think I could leave much for my kids (currently stand at 1, although I would love a field of bunnies), I thought of keeping something for my offsprings to remember me by in the days to come. I've seen my friends blogging - letters to their children and I don't think I could do that - I need something closer to my heart.

Food O Glorious Food. I think I shall just start by documenting the food I've cooked for my offsprings- things that came with approving thumbs up. One day, when the wind blows and they want a taste of love, they can come to this blog and cook it for themselves.

A documentation of recipes down the rabbit hole.