The Begining

When I was growing up I loved to eat. If I wasn’t outside or playing video games I was asking my grandmother for a taste of her food; she cooked while my mom went to work. My grandma is one of the best cooks I know: she always made a variety of dishes that stretched our food pallet to its fullest extent. She always pressured me to learn how to cook so that if anything was too happen to her I could always be reminded of her by making/eating her food. This project would be the perfect time to dive right into moderate cooking and start from there. My knowledge of cooking is very small. I follow the directions to a T and don’t really ascend out of my comfort zone. I couldn’t make a dish out of scratch even if someone paid me to do it. I want to learn how to make meals like chicken breast, Alfredo, turkey, etc., something I could survive from. Of course I can’t start off by making these things; one must start off small then work their way up. My plan to learn how to cook is by going to the master cook herself. I shall be by my grandma’s side every time she cooks in the kitchen. I will also study and gather recipes to make a feast for good-size group of people. I will assist her in the kitchen and ask questions about cooking. Then I shall test my studies by feeding my family. Problems to face ahead are to worry if I put too much of a certain ingredient in a dish and ruin the whole thing, also under cooking something and getting my whole family sick, etc. I will video tape me cooking and serving the food to my family and then ask for their criticism.