Raison d'etre

People make tons of money cooking for those who think they can't cook. But believe me, cooking is a breeze. A stroll in the park.

When I left Singapore for England in January 19XX, I couldn't boil water, let alone an egg. Two summers later, I was cooking for a living, albeit temporarily, in the household of a real-lfe lord and lady.

Breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner were all under my single-handed charge. Perhaps everyone was kind but I don't think anyone would be so kind as to eat the meals I dished out for all of six weeks, if they were inedible.

Armed with this cooking experience, I know I can -- and indeed I have -- make a good meal out of all the ingredients which life throws at me. For this blog however, I'll stick strictly to stuff that can be eaten or drunk. And show that well, if you've a certificate that says you can cook, good for you. If not, you can cook just as well.
I'll show you how. And bon apetite!