The Pleasure of Cooking
Have you ever fallen in love with something besides another person; felt passion for it as if it were your career but isn’t. I feel that way when I feel the heat of a stove below my fingertips and the sounds of popping oil. Cooking has not only been by biggest hobby in my lifetime but for a long time it was my only hobby, my only escape from everything else. I started off very young, I must have been six or seven when my grandfather looked down at me and said, “Wanna learn how to make breakfast mijo?” I thought it looked cool at that time watching my grandfather dress up in his apron and doing all kinds of tricks for my cousins and I as a child. I slowly started watching every step he would do when It came to cooking …show more content…
I finally complained to her that I wanted to cook ant I was tired of her being to only person able to cook in the house and she laughed at me. “Tell you what I’ll teach you how to make dinner so that from now on you can help me out in the kitchen then, OK?” reluctantly I took up that offer knowing it was my only way back in the kitchen. Through the ages 8 – 10 I slowly but surely learned how to make Mexican dishes under the watch and criticism of my mom. When I finally made enough dishes without trouble she finally stopped bothering me with criticism and let me cook on my …show more content…
It was here that I was introduced to people who had skin color drastically different from the ones I had previously seen before. I started to get used to the country life style and became confused at how the men where usually the housekeepers and even cooked for more than their family usually. During junior high one of the only coaches there took a liking to my talents in running and got me to join the long-distance runners in track. Whenever he would throw parties inviting the whole school; id never go but he started bringing food for the team him and his wife had made and once I got curious and asked how he made
Have you ever fallen in love with something besides another person; felt passion for it as if it were your career but isn’t. I feel that way when I feel the heat of a stove below my fingertips and the sounds of popping oil. Cooking has not only been by biggest hobby in my lifetime but for a long time it was my only hobby, my only escape from everything else. I started off very young, I must have been six or seven when my grandfather looked down at me and said, “Wanna learn how to make breakfast mijo?” I thought it looked cool at that time watching my grandfather dress up in his apron and doing all kinds of tricks for my cousins and I as a child. I slowly started watching every step he would do when It came to cooking …show more content…
I finally complained to her that I wanted to cook ant I was tired of her being to only person able to cook in the house and she laughed at me. “Tell you what I’ll teach you how to make dinner so that from now on you can help me out in the kitchen then, OK?” reluctantly I took up that offer knowing it was my only way back in the kitchen. Through the ages 8 – 10 I slowly but surely learned how to make Mexican dishes under the watch and criticism of my mom. When I finally made enough dishes without trouble she finally stopped bothering me with criticism and let me cook on my …show more content…
It was here that I was introduced to people who had skin color drastically different from the ones I had previously seen before. I started to get used to the country life style and became confused at how the men where usually the housekeepers and even cooked for more than their family usually. During junior high one of the only coaches there took a liking to my talents in running and got me to join the long-distance runners in track. Whenever he would throw parties inviting the whole school; id never go but he started bringing food for the team him and his wife had made and once I got curious and asked how he made