Food is my language of love,
I never thought of cooking or food as a love language, until I heard the term bandied about. Are you familiar with love languages? It’s this idea that everyone has different ways of showing love. Some people need words of affirmation; they need to hear that they are loved and appreciated. Others may not need to hear “I love you” but wants quality time together. Some love to give and receive gifts, it seems materialistic but for some, it’s an important emotional gesture. My love language is food. From planning the menu to going out and choosing and buying the ingredients, cooking the meal and ultimately serving and watching loved ones enjoy eating it
I have travelled extensively, eaten foods of the world and fallen in love with different tastes and textures. I have taken almost all of the imagery of the food and my travels in the book. I wanted it to be an intimate window to who I am. Food is the sunshine of my soul, from Mutton Biryani in New Delhi to Peri- Peri Prawns in Mozambique, Beef Chilli Basil in Thailand, Paella in Spain, Risotto in Buzios and Churrascaria in all corners of Brazil.
I have been truly blessed. I am not a qualified chef, just someone that is passionate, loves food and wants to share her recipes with you.