My father gave me, an inexperienced 15 year old, a culinary assignment to cook for a count of 45 guests! If you place the situation into context, there was me who had never stepped into the kitchen, being asked to cook for over two dozens of people. Deep underneath, I was convinced that no on other than my dad ever had hope that there would be any food served on the table that night !! 

After a melt down followed by several panic attacks, came my first Chinese meal. This incident paved the way for many delicious meals to follow as my confidence gave a leap for the better.

It has been my happy place ever since !! To this date, my father’s appreciation towards my food remains a significant pre-requisite!

Growing up in our family home in Wellawatte, I was spoilt rotten by my dad because I was the youngest at home. 

After pursuing my studies, I voluntarily joined Aunty Yvonne Fernando’s cookery class with a friend and started learning the ABC’s of cooking. My sisters championed the kitchen and preferred if I stayed away from the kitchen while they were at work.

However, it was my mother who truly inspired me to create an effortless cooking experience. Our incredibly close relationship gave me access to her recipes and techniques. In fact, most of my recipes on the blog are some of her dishes with my own personal touch. 

My mother was one of the most strongest women I know, she fought dilated cardiomyopathy from the age of 40 and succumbed to it at the young age of 55

I never saw her complain about her illness but I always saw her living her life by reaching out to those in need and I believe that’s what prolonged her life in this world despite doctors  not giving her much time.  May Allah grant her the highest level of Paradise and May we re-unite with her in the hereafter : Aameen