I think my love for cooking and food started in the kitchen of my childhood home in a sleepy, pretty suburb in 1970’s South Africa. My Mom, bless her, would haul out her trusty Kenwood Chef and mix up a cake on a Saturday, a couple of times a month. I was always in there, standing on a wooden step-up my Dad had made, sticking fingers in the bowl, wanting to control the speed dial and generally getting in the way a bit. My Mom always swallowed what I can only asume would be a natural instinct to tell me to go play somewhere else, and instead let me help as much as I could. The baking of the cake was always much more fun than the eating of it later, but the best bit, the bit I used to fight tooth and nail with my brother for, was the sticky, icky bowl. How I wished my Mom would leave just a little more batter in it. Did it all have to go in the cake? Couldn’t she leave that wooden spoon just a little more covered in wet cake mix? And to get the first prize, the giant stainless steel bowl and sit on the back door step licking bowl and spoon and fingers until I was covered brow to neck in chocolate cake mixture, was the biggest victory a 3 year old could win.
Since then, I’ve baked a few of my own cakes and still get to lick the bowl myself now and then. I have fun cooking and baking and I try to keep finding new ways with old stuff. Lick your own bowl is a spot where I can share my finds, my success and my suspect experimentation with you all. I’m not a professional recipe controller, nor a chef in any degree, so the recipes you find here may be somewhat odd and slightly wrong in some technical degree, but I’ve made each one, the pictures are real and the food was eaten by myself and those I cook for. Enjoy.