It is now December 23, 2010. I am 31 years old, and I love food. There, I admitted it. I’m a foodie.
When I was a kid, my grandmother allowed my sister and I to choose three foods that we didn’t like. We were allowed to refuse to eat those foods without any problems. Being from a large and poor Scottish family, my grandmother would have happily let us starve if we had been as picky as most kids are nowadays (and were then also), but those three items were acceptable for us to refuse. I chose raw onions (although I love them cooked), raw tomatoes (again, they’re great in sauces, ketchups, etc.) and spicy peppers. I am slowly growing out of the hesitation towards peppers.
So my plan for 2011, my resolution if you will, is to try to cook new and amazing foods for myself. I take my inspiration from my sister and brother-in-law, who have no fear when it comes to food and attempting the most difficult (and delicious) processes. I am also sharing the delicious jams I made in the end of this year as my springboard.
