When I Was A Chef Essay

771 Words Jun 4th, 2015 4 Pages
When I was once doing an internship at Jaleo in Washington D.C. I asked the head chef what makes a person a great chef and he told me “The chef that grew up with the grandma who cooks tends to always beat the chef that went to the culinary institute. It 's in the blood.” He was telling the truth I always wanted to be chef ever since I was 7 years old.

The first time I ever cooked, I was 7 years old living in Los Angeles, California with my mom. One Saturday morning, I was hungry and my mom had to go to work. I was tired of eating cereal.. I grabbed pancake mix, bacon, sausage, and eggs and put them on the counter. I looked at them and said “let’s get cooking”. Two hours later I had a full breakfast meal cooked: perfectly crisp brown bacon, fluffy light brown pancakes you can just sleep on, eggs that were cooked to flawlessness, superb golden brown sausage that were nice and moist, and not to brittle or soggy.
Growing up, one learns from experience, and boy, did I! From under-cooked chicken to overcooked cakes and cookies, I learned from my experiences. One memorable experience was the day I tried to make chicken. I was 10 years old and I had bought some chicken wings and BBQ sauce from the grocery store. I seasoned the chicken well with paprika, garlic powder, onion powder, curry powder, and sage. I tossed the pieces around in the BBQ sauce mix and put them in the oven. On the internet, it said to let it cook for 1 hour at 350 degrees. Since I was starving and a naive…

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