Personal Narrative: My First Homemade Meals

I cooked my first homemade meal when I was about 9 years old, my mother taken sick, so I had no chose but to use the skills Aunt Nina taught me. I cooked, Liver and Onion, bean, rice and green beans. My parents said that they enjoyed it. I didn’t know, I just called myself helping mom. I remember my dad saying to me, little girl, one day you’re going to be a great cook. “Today, I’m doing just that,” cooking great homecooked meals. People ask me, who taught you how to cook like this? I say to them, well, let me explain my story. I was 8 years old when my parents needed a larger place, the pastor of our church said to them, my cousin is renting side b of her house in which she lived, and the rest the rest was history. We moved there. Everybody …show more content…
We moved in with aunt Elizabeth, she was sick, and in return for us staying there we had to take of her. My mother was never a cook but, a great cleaner, so we split the responsibility. I cooked, and she clean. When people visited with us, I ‘d offer them a bit to eat. When they finished, they would say, this is delicious!” “who taught you how to cook like this? I’d say, a beautiful gray-headed woman from my home town, Emporia Virginia. By the time I was 21, I was married had my own little family. When my husband first took me to Louisiana to meet his family. The first thing she ask him is, “can she cook?” I held my breath, while replied,” yes mom, she can cook. I was so amazed. He stood up for me. She taught me some of, the family recipes like, jambalaya and gumbo. I was very happy to come home and cook the recipes for my family. 10 years ago, when my sister and her husband got married. I invited them over to my house for breakfast, when my brother law finish eating, jokingly, he said to my sister, “I should have married your sister.” “I said to him, I didn’t cook my best, today, but it’s alright, and he replied, sister in law,” “I’d hate, to see your best.” Sister, you can