I come from a long line of eaters. As soon as my family digs into one meal, we’re thinking about what we’re going to have for the next. It’s been that way since I can remember, and I’m not breaking the chain! It was probably my love of eating that led me to becoming a cook.
When I was little, my Mum, who was and is a great cook, would have me do the jobs she didn’t like doing – mixing the hamburger meat and other gooey things that required your hands getting dirty. It wasn’t until I reached culinary school that I realized how much she had already taught me in the kitchen, from how to properly chop an onion to how to use fresh herbs.
We used to eat all kinds of foods when I was growing up. My Dad was from Trinidad so my Mum learned how to make a lot of West Indian foods, like curries, stewed chicken and rice, and my favorite salt cod fritters. My Mum was from England originally so we also had the traditional British meals, but since she was an enthusiastic and adventurous cook, we also enjoyed  many other cuisines that she decided to explore – Indian, Italian, French, etc… I happily ate it all! I was an adventurous eater as a kid, and eating was an event every day. We always sat down for dinner as a family. No exceptions. I still think that’s important.
These days I don’t plan too many meals beyond a day or two away, but I always have a meal on my mind. (I’m thinking about one right now as I write this!)
