My whole life I've had this profound and deep connection with the stove and oven.

It was love at first sight. I'm sure I wasn't more than 5 years old when I made my first "ratatouille" soup out of coffee, flour, ground paprika, salt, pepper and all the herbs I could find in my Grandma's kitchen. Not a very flattering begging, but it was enough for me. Just to inhale all those scents from little jars, and stir my "soup" a couple of times with a wooden spoon, and the magic began.