What was the turning point for you that pushed you to learn how to cook?
For me, it came down to survival. My mom had a handful of go-to meals: overcooked chicken, undercooked pasta, and a mysterious casserole that looked like it had experienced a lot. One night, while struggling to chew a particularly tough piece of meat, it hit me—I’d have to take matters into my own hands if I wanted to enjoy my meals.
So I dove in. My first culinary attempt was a total flop (who knew salt wasn’t the same as sugar?), but I persevered. Before long, I reached a stage where cooking was no longer just a means to avoid hunger; I actually found joy in it.
What about you? Was there a specific dish, an inspiring person, or perhaps a kitchen disaster that ignited your desire to learn how to cook?
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