In my childhood, my mother used to say that one who knows cooking, will never sleep hungry, whatever be the circumstances.
This thought was embedded in my mind so I started cooking at a very tender age (about at 7 years of age). The another reason was that my both the parents were working, so instead of waiting for mom to come home and then cook for us, I preferred to experience the kitchen on my own. It used to give me immense happiness, not just because I was cooking for myself, but also because I was helping out my mom in some way. However I had never thought of going beyond routine basis cooking.
But now, this is our epicurean son Soham, who has brought us (me & my wife) to such a stage where cooking has become our passion. Inspite of being working parents, we have always a paucity of time but due to our passion for cooking, we feel that the day without preparing something new is a day not lived by us. We both back each other in the kitchen and remain there as a co-chef of one another during every new single preparation. We discuss food together, cook together, experiment together, taste together…but…when it comes to cherish the full platter, that’s the right of our Son only 😉 And why not, all credit goes to him for transforming us from parents to chef-parents. 🙂