My Cooking Experience

My family and I usually go to Mexico every summer to see our family but never during the year. It really surprised me when my parents told me that I was going to miss school for a day because my mom and my aunt had a work convention that we would all go to for 3 days. For the most part we stayed in the hotel because we were having the best time in the indoor pool. We had so much fun especially because it was around the time were its freezing. Meanwhile I was in a pool.

When spring break began my parents gave me the opportunity to have 2 weeks of spring break, where I would spend the first week hanging out with my and fiends and the week they go back to school I go on a cruise. While I was on the cruise me and my family visited 4 different islands over the 8 day voyage. On the third day on the boat we visited the Dominican Republic, on the fifth day we visited St. Thomas, on the sixth day we visited Puerto )Rico, and on the seventh day we visited are final island Grand Turk.

She wanted to go back to sleep and finish the dream she was having… She took a bite of potatoes, trying to stir up an appetite.

Thanksgiving break of my junior year was terrible. My family decided to drag me onto another family road trip. This year, our family vacation was at Yosemite National Park.

This year, during Spring break my family and I ventured to California, the land of Starbucks and In-N-Out Burger. Our trip started out at Sea World, and my younger brother insisted we go to the Shark Encounter exhibit. Once we arrived my parents let my brother

When I was nine, I went away to sleepaway camp in Maine for the first time. Camp Winnebago would be my home for seven and a half weeks, and I was only going to see my parents for one day in the middle for Visiting Day. As excited as I was for camp, I was really, really nervous to leave home for the first time for that long.

Walker and I were staying in the W Hotel in a nice suite. My aunt and uncle were across the hotel in another tower, so during the day we did excursions with the family, and at night we were free men with no boundaries. We had been waiting for this opportunity since high school to go to a big city and have the freedom to do things we saw in movies.

The summer between my freshman and sophomore year of high school I was at my house with my family and my friends. They live in Ohio, but we all have houses in the same neighborhood at the lake. When we are all together we ride four wheelers down to the lake, around the neighborhood, and just have fun together.

The summer between my seventh and eighth grade year was certainly one of the most eventful summers that I have ever had. I traveled through the states on the west coast. Okay so “traveling through the states” it a little bit of a stretch from what actually happened. I did go through a lot of states on the west coast but we only drove through them to get to where we were actually going. During this summer went on two trips with my family and one with my school. The first trip that I went on was with my family and it was to Coco Beach which is in Florida, this beach is on the west coast of Florida while I live on the east coast of Florida. The next trip that I went on was also with family but this time we went to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania to go

Cooking has been in my family for a while. In close family alone I have my sister, Victoria who is a baker, my Aunt Melissa who is a owner of a restaurant in Philadelphia, my mother, who worked as a cook in a local dinner for 9 years, then there is me. I picked up cooking 2012. I ‘ll never forget the first day I

I do not cook very much but I have learned to cook meatloaf for my family and they love it!

My mobile phone vibrated in my pocket. I picked it up. I looked at the

Culinary art is a momentous part of my life.When I was around the age of nine I was living with both my mom and dad. I was always in the kitchen helping my mom cook dinner. I made baked ziti, empanadas, sweet potato pie, and other foods.When I was in high school, I lived with my father,and after my older siblings grew up it was just me and my little sister so I was responsible for cooking the meals. I was cooking for my family an average of seven days a week and I was never tired or bored, I enjoyed it. I developed a strong passion for culinary arts. I am passionate about it because it excites me, inspires me, and encourages me to open a restaurant.

I didn’t know I can have the skill that I can know what condiments put in dishes until I was in middle school. Once a time, I taste a food that cooked by an aunt, then I asked her if this dish used some sugar and Thirteen Spice (a spice that produced at China) and cooked by olive oil rather than sesame oil. The aunt is very surprised that I got the whole right condiments. She praised me a lot and said I had this skill that other people don’t have. After that, I begin to notice my gustation and form a habit that Before I eat each dish, I have to try and guess what kind of seasoning is in it. Until now, I still keep this habit.

I’ve always had a passion for cooking. When I was a little girl I loved to cook and enjoyed learning about all sort of cuisines. Today, I am still in the kitchen and every chance I get, I cook. Some days it isn’t even fancy or a hard recipe. Some days it’s a classic, but something that I’ve created. Cooking is my time to be me. It’s the “art form” I pride myself at being good at and I don’t have to try (unlike drawing…not so good at that!). Like a child getting a new toy, I get excited when I discover new foods and ingredients. My mind feels “at home” when it’s in the process of creating in the kitchen. It’s fun getting the ingredients, piling them all on the counter, then chopping, stirring, adding a pinch of this and a splash of that. Then I have to wait for everything to cook. Finally the reward of my creativity is taken out of the oven and placed on a plate. The creative work I’ve done is fully realized when I can share my work with others.