I came to experience my passion of cooking in an unexpected situation. As a fifth grader, I always came home hungry. The cabinets in my kitchen would be filled with snacks that were easily to make.. One day, I was unlucky to find food and tried cooking on the stove. I made fried rice with soy sauce. I was afraid to burn them but they turned out ok at the end. I was relieved that I successfully managed a stove since it was my first time using it. During that day, my mom noticed rice near the stove. She asked me if I cooked. I said yes. She told me I have a lot of learning to do.
Over the years, I became familiarize with cooking and the culture I came from. My mother showed me everything on how to cook. She was the teacher and I was her student. For instance, she would correct me if I accidentally chose the wrong ingredient or turned off the stove early. When I don't follow directions from her, the food becomes difficult to make. One of my biggest mistakes I've done is leaving the pan while it's cooking and the result is burning the food. "Always watch your cooking", my mother would