First there was the love of food, then came my dream of opening a cafe, now I have made the KITCHEN my ADOBE !
Dreams do come true, contrary to what people say.
Take me: a boy buried into cookery books, stolen from mum.
I’d dream of rustling up 3-course meals in our old rustic stone kitchen.
My dreams then graduated into opening a cafe, clean, wholesome, one where I’d serve people all the foods from my childhood.
Beige tables with bright red tablecloths, glasses of wine and hor d’oeuvres.
Happy people and smiling faces staring back at me.
Now as a family man my dreams still lie in this kitchen:
– Where rustic looking cabinets are offset by beige panels
– Where I can cook up a storm for my wife and kids
– Where all my ingredients surround me
In my kitchen, I’m the chef while my family relishes the food !!!