I can cook

Necessity is the mother of inventions. Living on my own made me discover that I can cook delicious dishes from scratch using my imagination and recollection of how good dishes tasted or should taste. Armed with one pot, my repertoire of dishes that I've mastered to date happen to be unaided by cookbooks, rigid step-by-step recipes, and exact measurements of ingredients.

Excuse the seemingly self-promotion -- that is not what I want to impart. I created this blog to document my culinary journey that started from the cramped kitchen of my condo unit. I won't even go as far as suggesting to anyone to cook what I've cooked, but it would surely be the highest form of flattery if my dishes are replicated and liked by others. Having said that, not everything I've cooked are my own original creations. When you're a beginner cook with scarce kitchen implements and poor access to many ingredients, then cooking naturally becomes a game of adaptation hopefully resulting in good reinventions.

I consider myself an intrepid cook mainly because I'm too stubborn to follow recipes and cooking instructions to a tee. I know what I want to eat and I do understand flavor profiles somehow so I run with those two stimuli to cook and hope for the best. After all, a lot of dishes would be a step up from the sunny side-up egg which was like the only thing I used to cook.