When I cook, I approach all the ingredients with the same flair and imagination that I do when I am painting. I do not restrain from experimenting. In fact that is what I love the most. I let my creative soul be wild and unstoppable. However, sometimes I do follow recipes but then I have to throw a personal touch to it.
I grew up with two persons in my family that were mad about food and cooking, my grandmother and dad.
My grandmother's cooking was a heaven to the senses. Her cuisine was refined and exquisite. She was a perfectionist at heart. She had a precision for everything. She would explain to me patiently the why's I will asked her when it came to doing certain things in the kitchen.
My dad's cooking was another story. He was wild and adventurous. He loved hunting and fishing. His taste for meats was rather extravagant. He never followed recipes and he mixed ingredients that at the time people thought they were unconventional.
On special occasions, my dad and grandmother would team up. They will discuss the dishes as fine art. I would listen to them and I knew in my heart that magic was just about to happen. And indeed it was a magical experience. I remember wanting to repeat the experience of flavors and textures in my mouth over and over again, just to be restrained with sentences such as, you had enough, you should eat and finish just before you are full. I would cry my heart out and scream to them: When I grow up I will cook for myself and I will eat everything I want without you telling me no.
And between the two of them, it is me. I experiment, I create, but I will also follow recipes.... 99 percent.
I hope you have fun with some of my dishes. Some dishes will be from my country Colombia but with my twist on them. Some it will just a happening of the moment. And some other dishes will be a treat from a magazine, book or a friend.
I grew up with two persons in my family that were mad about food and cooking, my grandmother and dad.
My grandmother's cooking was a heaven to the senses. Her cuisine was refined and exquisite. She was a perfectionist at heart. She had a precision for everything. She would explain to me patiently the why's I will asked her when it came to doing certain things in the kitchen.
My dad's cooking was another story. He was wild and adventurous. He loved hunting and fishing. His taste for meats was rather extravagant. He never followed recipes and he mixed ingredients that at the time people thought they were unconventional.
On special occasions, my dad and grandmother would team up. They will discuss the dishes as fine art. I would listen to them and I knew in my heart that magic was just about to happen. And indeed it was a magical experience. I remember wanting to repeat the experience of flavors and textures in my mouth over and over again, just to be restrained with sentences such as, you had enough, you should eat and finish just before you are full. I would cry my heart out and scream to them: When I grow up I will cook for myself and I will eat everything I want without you telling me no.
And between the two of them, it is me. I experiment, I create, but I will also follow recipes.... 99 percent.
I hope you have fun with some of my dishes. Some dishes will be from my country Colombia but with my twist on them. Some it will just a happening of the moment. And some other dishes will be a treat from a magazine, book or a friend.
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