Hey everyone! What moment made you realize you needed to learn how to cook? For me, it was all about survival. My mom had a limited menu: overcooked chicken, undercooked pasta, and a mysterious casserole that seemed to have stories to tell. One night, after struggling to chew a particularly tough piece of meat, it hit me—I needed to take matters into my own hands if I wanted to enjoy what I was eating.
So, I jumped in and gave it a try. My first attempt was a fiasco (who knew salt and sugar weren’t the same?), but I didn’t give up. Before long, cooking transformed from a necessity into something I actually loved.
How about you? Was there a specific meal, a person who inspired you, or maybe a kitchen disaster that sparked your desire to learn to cook?
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