My name is Helen and I’ve just started this food blog and it’s all a bit daunting. All other blogs I have looked at are amazing and the photos look great. I can’t even get my photos facing any direction other than sideways. I will however work it out.
This all started over the summer holidays about 3 days before I was due to go back to work. I’m a teacher and was doing everything in my power to forget about the coming school year. I was facebook stalking my friends and looking at another food blogger’s facebook food page and thought that that would be a great way to get my mind off work. I haphazardly put it all together and before I knew it I was Live! Live! Live!…and my facebook friends were starting to like my food page I called “Hel’s Kitchen” – so original I know. What the hell was I going to do?
So, I made a lovely dinner, photographed and posted it and it kind of went from there. This page has been my saviour this year. I can handle shitty teenagers and some teachers at work and I look forward to cooking the evening meal and posting about it. It has reawakened my passion for food and food shopping. I’m obsessed with my pantry (hence the blog name). It has brought back so many memories of my past obsessions and weekends spent at delis, markets and specialty spice stores buying things I knew I didn’t need but felt my pantry absolutely needed and I owed it to my pantry to have them.
My parents are Greek and came out to Australia in the 1950’s. My mum worked as a cook at Freemasons Hospital so we were raised not just on Greek food but very English food as well…I don’t know many Greeks who have made ‘Bubble and Squeak’ or ‘Irish Stew’…but we did. My dad is still searching for that perfect ‘Irish Stew’ he had in a pub in North Melbourne in the late 1950’s. Mum was and still is a great cook and I’ve learned a lot from her. Little cooking tips that make all the difference. It’s one of the reasons I love watching Nigella Lawson…she talks about her mum and grandmother’s tips and they are the same as my mothers’. We had puddings and trifles as well as Baklava and Semolina cake dripping with an orange syrup. We had Butterscotch and English Toffees in the pantry as well as boxes of wonderful Turkish Delight and jars of cherries in syrup. I loved our pantry when I was a kid. My parent’s pantry is now pretty sparse as mum is 76 and dad will be 83 this year and they are careful with what they eat. But I know that mum’s pantry was what kick started this food obsession in me.
My facebook page could not possibly satisfy my urge to write about food. It could not hold all of my long winded, off into lala land descriptions of food and the stories behind them. I swear I was going to write a book and call it “Recipes My Mother Gave Me” but Stephanie Alexander stole it and published it first…sheesh…just because she’s famous and all that! Then I was going to call it “My Greek Family Table” but someone else published one before me and then I couldn’t work out why I was going to call it that anyway as I hardly ever cook Greek food and my daughter only speaks a few sentences in Greek and my partner is Italian (with a little Greek thrown in, on his mother’s side). So, food blog it was. I know that even though my photos are facing the wrong way and I’ve posted some of my posts twice and I’m a little confused as to how all this works, I’m doing this for me. I love it and I love that I can use this as a kind of food journal for me. I would also love for others to enjoy it and got quite a thrill yesterday when I got my first “like”. Short lived…It was me!…I accidentally ‘liked’ my own post…how embarrassing! So tonight I wasn’t thrilled when I got another ‘like’…silly me…this time it was a real ‘like’. Someone else liked my post and it made me happy.
This little bit ‘about me’ is a taster of what you get when you read my posts…lots of ramblings from someone who loves food and sometimes can’t wait to hop into bed and think about tomorrow’s menu. Yes, I have a perfectly happy and very loving relationship and no, this is not something that fills my lonely nights or because I have nothing better to do. I love my family and I love feeding them and after tonight’s amazingly fall off the bone tender BBQ Pork Spare Ribs, my family love being fed too and so do my friends.
That’s all there is to it.