Mom. Wife. Cook.

My Story

Hopefully, by now you’ve read the About Me and know a little more about who I am. Now I’m gonna tell you about how I got into this. I come from a family who looooooves to cook. Both my grandmothers are amazing cooks and so are all of my aunts. As a kid, I remember having to beg my mom for McDonald’s once every like 6 months. We rarely ate out. I come from a bigger family and my dad had just started his own business. My mom is really good with budgeting money so usually ate at home. My mom is also a great cook. I never used to appreciate all those home cooked meals because I was a kid that wanted macaroni and cheese or a chicken nugget. As I got older though I was fascinated with the kitchen. My mom would let me make cakes every now and then. We always bought the packaged cake mixes and just smothered the cake with Nutella. She’d also get us cookie dough and we’d make chocolate chip cookies every once in a while. My mom is a true FOB as we call her. Our desserts were always the traditional stuff like baklava or date cookies. Peanut butter sandwiches were a dream come true in our lunch boxes. It was usually Labne sandwiches. If you’re a true Arab you know what I mean. I always used to help my mom around in the kitchen by chopping salads or stirring around the food for her. I never actually cooked an Arabic dinner on my own till I got married. I did make pasta and salads and all other kinds of food but never Arabic food.

When I was 16 I was homeschooled. I would finish all of my schoolwork for the week by Tuesday and have the rest of the week to do whatever I wanted. I slowly started to bake. I remember my mom telling me to make small quantities that way if I ruined something not as much would go to waste. I ruined a lot of stuff. I was really dumb in the kitchen. My mom never bought packaged foods. One time my uncle’s wife gave me a package of mac and cheese. The one with the powdered cheese. I boiled the pasta and instead of draining the water, I dumped in the milk, butter, and cheese powder right in with it. It was a nasty watery mess. I never made it again. My muffins were always rock hard and my cookies always flat. I look back and I’m just shocked at some of the stuff I made. My dad would eat everything and always tell me it was so good. He would brag to his employees that his daughter was the best cook. Till now, he tells everyone about a scallop dish I made him when I was 16. My mom, on the other hand, would give me this weird look, barely taste it, and rarely eat what I made. She was very encouraging but extremely picky. So if my mom liked something I knew I made something right. Thankfully we had a lot of friendly neighbors and lots of kids that would devour everything that I made. I began to read blogs and watch videos and slowly I went from overcooked muffins to learning to whip egg whites. I went from burned cheesecakes to making my own custards. It was a lot of work but I had a lot of encouragement from my family. In 2012 I started a blog but didn’t really keep up with it. I was too busy with college back then. After I got married my husband kept telling me to pick it up again. I was still in denial about moving and just got too lazy to do anything. After I had my daughter I realized I wanted to do something and be successful. Being a stay at home mom is a full time job on its own, but I want my daughter to look at me and see how accomplished I am one day. Plus, this is my escape from it all. This is my way of making friends and talking to people and being myself. I have really enjoyed the process of doing all of this and can’t wait to see where this all goes. I love to cook, bake, and write so this is perfect for me. Plus, I’m teaching myself to take pictures as well as experimenting with food styling. Overall, this experience has been a great one and I can’t wait to really turn it into something. Thank you for reading this and for supporting me, because that’s exactly what I need! I hope I can do the same for you through everything that I post!