Therefore my mom would go to the thermostat and turn it down so that the air conditioning could kick on.
My love for cooking started when I was about eight years old when I would always go to my grandparents house every Saturday to visit them. My grandmother is Italian and all she would do on the weekends is bake and cook delicious Italian food. I continued to go over to her house every Saturday until I left for college. I decided what I wanted to do through my grandmother. I wanted to be a chef. In high school I took some cooking classes and I signed up to go to a cooking school. I went to one of the best cooking schools in the country. Every time that I would come home on breaks I would cook my parents something that I learned in school. I would try to cook the dinner before my parents got home from work so it would be ready for them to eat. My mom knew every time that I was cooking because when you came into the house it would be very hot. I love using the oven and stove but it radiates a lot of heat into the kitchen. Therefore my mom would go to the thermostat and turn it down so that the air conditioning could kick on. The air conditioner would be on for hours on end until we were done eating and cleaning up the kitchen. Sometimes my dad would yell at my mom because we would have the air conditioning on for so long and we were wasting energy and money when it didn’t need to be on. Despite how much energy it took for the air conditioning to cool the house down my parents still loved my cooking.