When I started this blog I was not sure where I was heading to. I just knew I had to renew and find the right place to share my passion for food, life, photography and travel.
I named this virtual home Romeo in the Kitchen because I cook when I am in love, when I am loved, when my heart sobs or when I simply have a crush.
I cannot dissociate love from food.
An old friend of mine offered me a little cookbook for overwhelmed mums a decade ago. On the first page she wrote that “cooking is just about serving love in others’plates”.
She was so true.
Every meal tells a story. You don’t serve pasta and parmagiano to your children on Wednesday. You offer a huge hug in a bowl to those little ones who scored against their own team and don’t want to go back to school. Ever. A mocca cake is not a mocca cake anymore when your friend arrives and smiles at the sight of the generous chocolate topping on the cake you made for her.
During my culinary love stories, I forgot one character that deserved all my love and did as much as it could to remind me of its existence. My gut. My gut didn’t consider love the way I do. No glitter, no make-up, no sugar. Just respect and true colours.