Despite my gastric woes I still enjoy interacting with food. I make no claims of being formally trained or a "chef". My kitchen experience began in everyday places. Picking apricots from my Aunties tree to help her make jam, or chopping nuts for Christmas time butter toffee with my Grandmother. My tastes are rather "exotic" by compare to my family so as I grew so did my skills in hunting down and preparing recipes more to my palette. I am not terribly intimidated by experimentation, a good trait...