We all had to start learning to cook somewhere right? I can remember the very first dish I made and let me tell you I thought I was a four star chef at the time. I was eight years old and my great aunt had all of kids over. Everyone was off doing something and she told me I needed to learn how to cook so I got a chair and got up at the stove to follow her directions.
I was a simple box of macaroni and cheese but for me at the time it was like she had handed me a million dollars. What she was giving me without realizing it was my love for cooking. If she and then later my grandmother hadn’t taken the time to allow me to play in their kitchens I wouldn’t have the confidence I have in the kitchen. I would only be able to make basic things. My mother, God love her, never wanted us kids to mess up her kitchen so we didn’t cook very much with her often. Although I do really times when we would.
How Was It?
Well it was mac and cheese and lets face it you really can’t mess that up too badly. It was good for the boxed stuff. It wouldn’t be until a few years later that I learned that you could make it from scratch and add in whatever sort of cheese that you wanted. Everyone enjoyed it but now I know just how not good for you it is. Yet that weird orange cheese still calls to me sometimes!