My love for cooking started when I was about eight years old when I would constantly go to my Grandparents household every Sunday to visit them.
My Grandmother is Italian plus all she would do on the weekends is bake plus cook delicious Italian food, but i continued to go over to her household every Sunday until I left for college.
I decided what I wanted to do through my Grandmother. I wanted to be a chef. In high college I took some cooking classes plus I signed up to go to a cooking college. I went to one of the best cooking colleges in the country. Every time that I would come household on breaks I would cook my parents something that I learned in college. I would try to cook the supper before my parents got household from labor so it would be ready for them to eat. My mom knew every time that I was cooking because when you came into the household it would be easily hot. I love using the oven plus stove but it radiates a lot of heat into the living room. Therefore my mom would go to the control component plus turn it down so that the air conditioner could kick on. The air conditioner would be on for hours on end until my friend and I were done eating plus cleaning up the living room… Sometimes my dad would yell at my mom because my friend and I would have the air conditioner on for so long plus my friend and I were wasting energy plus currency when it didn’t need to be on, but despite how much energy it took for the air conditioner to cool the household down my parents still loved my cooking.