If it ain't my mama's kitchen, than who the hell may this kitchen belong to?
I'll tell you lady's:
This is my kitchen.
The tiny kitchen where I burn my cake, where I drop the souffle.
It's the place I overcook my steak and I ruin the pancakepie.
This kitchen doesn't feature meatless-mondays, nor broccoli or squid.
That's just nasty.
It's a real life kitchen. And I'm damn proud of it too!
But most of all, this is the kitchen I love.
Oh kitchen, do you remember my first home made jam?
The first time you gave birth to the best apple pie of the whole wide world...
Remember the first time I made tofu actually taste like something good, you were there too.
The first time I've put a lemon in a chicken's ass,
the best pizza ever made,
the first time I made dinner for friends (and they really liked it/ they pretended to like it)
For now, that's all you need to know.
I'll soon start to share some recipes, pictures and ideas.
I would love some reactions if you'd happen to stumble upon this place because of some bad-chosen searchterms, if I asked you to take a look at it or if you see some horrible grammar.
Just remember; this is not my native tongue. Please have mercy. Please be patient.
Oh! Here's a picture of me wearing an apron. Pretty hardcore, don't you think?
