I’m Trevor and I love to bake. Ever since I was a kid I was always intrigued by what my mom was doing in the kitchen. I have plenty of memories watching her force her 1960’s mixer into submission. There were times that I tried to bake on my own as a kid… and they never were good and actually ended up getting me banned from the kitchen by my mother.
Living in Peru has actually peaked my interest in baking even more. I am practically stuck in a perpetual state of nostalgia being so far from home. Yea, that means I’m far from any Wal*Mart, King’s Soopers, Giant Eagle, or anything you might consider a convenience store. Sadly, what my market place consists of is the furthest away from the definition of convenient as we know it. So, I’m spurred on by my homesickness to try to create, as close as possible, smells and tastes from home in my Peruvian kitchen.
So, why is this blog called “The Handicapped Kitchen?”
If your kitchen is 80 square feet and you’re using your metal water bottle as a rolling pin, then you hardly need an explanation. If you have exactly the opposite of that, you do not have my kitchen. Basically, my kitchen is small and I’m limited to ingredients and tools. The hand-mixer in the house is so pathetic it throws sparks just creaming softened butter. But, learning to bake in my slightly unhandy kitchen is making me a more creative baker!
But, it’s not only my kitchen that’s handicapped… I also have a handicapped studio
The greatest law that Jesus gave us is to love Him, then He says the second greatest is much like the first, to love one another (Matthew 22:37-40). I see food and love hand in hand. So, I hope you join me in my food and love discoveries. Hopefully, something you read here will help you in your kitchens too.