I may be no gourmet chef and do not like following recipes, but my passion for food has led me to create this blog. My culinary school is my kitchen and my family and friends my guinea pigs. My husband came home one day to find me anxious, at once he took me to the supermarket to shop for random ingredients. He was right, as soon I smelt the garlic and onion being fried in oil, all my troubles disappeared.

Some people may indulge in retail therapy, but for me “cooking therapy” works like a charm. In short, cooking is  an art, a creation for discerning palates, a canvas of versatile taste, a brush of flavouring, an easel of sweet and savoury choices, a patina of spices. Each order an experience par excellence.

My earliest memory of cooking was baking brownies from a mickey mouse cookbook. Ever since then, I have seen my mother cook up a storm and now my mother in law. In short, I am at no loss for inspiration.

It has been a year that I have been contemplating starting a food blog and now I have finally gotten down to it. Finding a name was not an easy task, but my best friend, who happens to be a literature teacher came to the rescue. Finally, the blog was born.

My husband, family and friends have been my pillar of support, helping me achieve my dreams. My husband’s cousin has been monumental in giving Chattering Kitchen a new identity. It would not have been possible without him.

Currently based in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, I am experiencing the various cultures of South-East Asia through their cuisines. Having been in Malaysia for the past 1 year I have created various relationships with restaurants and resorts that have
invited me to review their restaurants from an expatriate’s point of view. Furthermore, I also supply my articles to other sites when need be and my recipe has been featured in The New York Times. I thank the restaurants, who have invited me for reviews for their support during my journey too.

I hope you enjoy your time here in Chattering Kitchen.