This blog is about a simple housewife, with a simple job, and living a simple life. Her kitchen is, at best, simplistic. But when she steps into it, she is transformed into a woman whose strength knows no end and to a moment where anything is possible and nothing is out of her reach...unless it is and then she reaches into the closet for her trusty step stool.
She can see foreign lands, taking in the often sweet smell of exotic cooking only to open her eyes to the surprise that it is in her very own kitchen that these smells have been created and are now pouring forth to envelop her entire house. On a different day, she can feel the warm presence of her heaven attained mother just by tasting a delicate roast simmering in a pot of it's own slightly salty broth, freshly pulled out of the oven and falling apart in tender juicy chunks of yumminess.
Cooking to this woman is everything. It is the center of all life and the moral support she needs to make it through each tiring day. It is her buoy in a raging sea of madness, her knight in shining armor who would never fail to rescue her in her time of great need. It is who she is, who she was, and who she will forever be. A Basic Cook Aspiring Towards Greatness.