I fell in love with the aesthetics of gifts from the moment my mom first sung "brown paper packages tied up with string, these are few of my favourite things, ". Ironically my interest in cooking began with making mud cakes in Kerryn's garden, although it was few years before I learnt to not burn things. The courage to experiment was inspired by my little brother's natural flair for taste sensations. However, my gluten-free range really took off when my dad temporarily banned me from baking- he said it was to force me focus on my studies, but I figured he was just jealous he could never eat any of the goodies, so I pulled the sneaky 'These are just for you' move and practised all my other recipes when the rest of the house was sound asleep. I have since completed my art degree and the wheat-free, gluten-free, sugar-free rusks that my dad now receives are an extended 'thank-you for my wedding and for all the other reasons you are the best dad in the world'. You see to me cooking is more than the delight of producing a tasty dish, its about the people I share it with- my family, the unexpected midnight visitor, the bustling school kids and a gorgeous husband. The Israelis have a wonderful tradition that says meals are shared between friends not enemies. Its a motto I'd like to adopt for life! So cookies and gifts are a just a small way through which I begin a conversation with a close companion or a world of strangers that I'd like to class as friends.
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