As for me, I look beyond also I look back to my childhood where I'm shaped and formed.
I guess I get the cooking habit from my grandmother. From peeling each garlic to cooking each dish. I didn't like being such an assistant. I didn't like peeling stuff. I hated the moment my legs were dead and turned numb from sitting on the floor for a long time. Also, I did not know when it became my passion, my love, my favorite hobby and my hiding place.
Kitchen is where I get to lose myself and be myself. I can be there and think of nothing just creating a dish-a new dish and wait to see my beloved ones eat it and give me comments.
Kitchen still holds its secret why it helps me alot to relieve whether I'm sad or happy.
And my dream is to publish my very own cookbook for my offspring. Something that they will say in the future 'Oh, this is my great grandmother's recipe.'
My dream is to give away my cookbook at my funeral where people don't weep but rejoice when I join with my Maker and where people smile because they get to have my joy when I am alive.
All thanks and praises go to my grandmother, my hero, my idol and the best culinary artist.