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, …show more content…
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 young boy, I put the temperature at 500 degrees and let the chicken cook for 20 minutes. The outside was golden brown and sticky. I took my first bite and I loved it. I ate more and more until it was all gone; that’s when I looked inside one of the last pieces and saw that it was still pink. I shrugged it off and thought nothing would happen. Later that night, I had a horrible stomachache; I was throwing up everywhere, had a horrible upset stomach and slept all day. That’s when my mom rushed me to the hospital and the doctor told me it was because of under-cooked food I was feeling like this. For almost a week I didn’t go to school; I just slept and threw up. This …show more content…
I tried several ways to control my temper, and the best by far was to cook. One example is when I was in the 7th grade; there was a test I had studied for a whole week. I didn 't sleep, didn 't go to football practice. I studied like crazy and when I came the time to take the test, I had so much confidence. A week after I took the test, I got the results and I scored 45%. I was filled with rage. I didn 't talk to any of my friends; I didn 't eat; I was mad the whole day. When I got home, I threw all my stuff everywhere, went straight to the kitchen, and started cooking my dinner: Linguini with shrimp Alfredo. The more the food started to cook the happier I felt. The more detached I felt about the grade and within minutes I was a happier
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, …show more content…
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 young boy, I put the temperature at 500 degrees and let the chicken cook for 20 minutes. The outside was golden brown and sticky. I took my first bite and I loved it. I ate more and more until it was all gone; that’s when I looked inside one of the last pieces and saw that it was still pink. I shrugged it off and thought nothing would happen. Later that night, I had a horrible stomachache; I was throwing up everywhere, had a horrible upset stomach and slept all day. That’s when my mom rushed me to the hospital and the doctor told me it was because of under-cooked food I was feeling like this. For almost a week I didn’t go to school; I just slept and threw up. This …show more content…
I tried several ways to control my temper, and the best by far was to cook. One example is when I was in the 7th grade; there was a test I had studied for a whole week. I didn 't sleep, didn 't go to football practice. I studied like crazy and when I came the time to take the test, I had so much confidence. A week after I took the test, I got the results and I scored 45%. I was filled with rage. I didn 't talk to any of my friends; I didn 't eat; I was mad the whole day. When I got home, I threw all my stuff everywhere, went straight to the kitchen, and started cooking my dinner: Linguini with shrimp Alfredo. The more the food started to cook the happier I felt. The more detached I felt about the grade and within minutes I was a happier