I love cooking, but because my mom is too much of a bimbo and my dad too much of a “manly man” to ever step into the kitchen, I never had the chance to learn from them. I grew up on delivery, takeout, eating out, and the incredible food made by the amazing woman who cooks for our family. I became deeply interested in cooking at the start of my teenage years and taught myself through the internet, books, that same woman, and other relatives.
My parents had a restaurant and needed some help for the differents services. So they put us at work (brother, sister and I).
Younger I didn’t understand the luck I had to eat restaurant quality meal every day. I was kind of happy to eat a junkfood in a US burger chain.
Now that I grew old, I cook because it’s way cheaper and also because it’s a moment where I could decompress from an exhausting week. Also when we are cooking I let my son participante, and I explain to him the differents ingredients that we put in the recipe.
My bet that he will also Cook when the time comes.