My love for cooking started when I was about eight years outdated when I would always go to my Grandparents condo every Monday to visit them. My Grandmother is Italian and all she would do on the weekends is bake and cook delicious Italian food, but i continued to go over to her condo every Monday until I left for university. I decided what I wanted to do through my Grandmother. I wanted to be a chef. In high university I took some cooking classes and I signed up to go to a cooking university. I went to one of the best cooking universitys in the country, however every time that I would come condo on breaks I would cook my parents something that I learned in university. I would try to cook the supper before my parents got condo from labor so it would be ready for them to eat. My Dad knew every time that I was cooking because when you came into the condo it would be certainly hot. I love using the oven and stove but it radiates a lot of heat into the family room. Therefore my Dad would go to the thermostat and turn it down so that the a/c could kick on. The a/c would be on for hours on end until my nice friend and I were done eating and cleaning up the family room, but sometimes my dad would yell at my Dad because my nice friend and I would have the a/c on for so long and my nice friend and I were wasting energy and money when it didn’t need to be on, but despite how much energy it took for the a/c to cool the condo down my parents still loved my cooking.