Eager eater. Greedy globe-trotter. 
Basically just another character in the cast of the movie titled, Life on Earth.

I remember being fond of food for as far as my memory goes. My earliest memory treads back to the days when I could be bribed to go on a shopping trip with a packet of chips and a glass bottle of coca-cola, at the tender age of five. (Not the best choice of snack, but we gotta catch a break sometime.) Growing up, I was sure to try new cuisines and had the best cook in the house aka Mom. As I reached the farther end of my teenage years, I would be glued to the television, watching the most recent episode of Masterchef Australia. I was always asked why I bothered to diligently watch this show when I cooked nothing. I couldn’t quite explain it back then but in retrospect, it was everything about that show. The new challenges, the new types of food, the new audiences. And each time, all the dishes looked so ravishing–food was a beauty in its unique way. 

I am an introvert, in every way that that word has meaning. Yet I find I am at my most comfortable self when discussing food. May it be homemade food, sweet treats from the cafe in the corner, the entrees from a random hole in the wall restaurant, anything. All my conversations somehow work their way towards food. You can call it gluttony, I call it happiness.

I have been extremely fortunate to wander several unknown lands and continents, and have had the pleasure of introducing my taste buds to a labyrinth of culinary delights. Then came my exposure to exquisite delicacies, in the form of pastries, savories, breads and whatnot. I make it a mission to explore the local cuisine wherever I go. 

Time and time again, my endless social media scrolls and impromptu interests have warranted such initiations; but in vain. What is my motivation this time? A push of encouragement from a certain someone. So here it goes–my 845784th attempt. Writing a blog. Without further ado, I launch.