I've always been interested in cooking, in new flavors, in traveling with gastronomy as a means of transport.

Before everything could be found online, I would take my usual recipes, those of my mother, which were those of my grandmother, and also those I jotted down on a paper napkin while watching my favorite show on UTILISIMA or CANAL GOURMET. First, I would try them, and then I would start tweaking them to my liking.

Many times, something would go wrong and it would end up in the trash.

Many times, it served as the trigger for new creations.

I miss all of that... the process of sharing recipes, or buying cooking magazines, cutting out the ones from the newspaper... such antiquity!... now everything is so readily available... although it doesn't change the fact that it's much more practical and any doubt can be resolved just by consulting a search engine.

But there will always be those recipes that don't even need to be read, the ones we've been making since we can remember, the ones that are part of our family DNA. Those that it would be disrespectful to alter, that deserve to be continued and passed down to our children. The ones that honor our roots and will make us transcend through time.