Back in 1972 after Nicaragua’s earthquake, my parents, brothers and sisters went from Poneloya (beach town) to Managua everyday to try to find under earthquake rubble whatever they could.
In the meantime, I was left at the beach house with my two younger sisters who at that time were 11 and 9 years old. We stayed there approximately two months. That’s when I taught myself how to cook! It was both scary and funny to have all the ingredients right in front of me and not knowing where to start. Somehow, I figured it out and dinner was on the table when they came back.
Over the years I enjoyed sharing, cooking and trying all kind of recipes with my mom. She taught me how to substitute ingredients and how to write specific comments about the recipe, so that next time you would remember what was changed in it and why. I loved it when she would write this comment, “me la dieron mala…” meaning that a friend had given her the wrong recipe or missed out ingredients.
What I enjoy the most, is watching my friends and family enjoy my food.