Baking

     I've always had a passion for cooking. It started when I was younger, watching my mom in the kitchen take simple items and making it into something amazing. It was fascinating. I didn't really think that I could ever do something amazing like that. Usually for me it was making toast, and then it grew into something better.
    
     When I became older, it was more interesting than when I was younger. Plus, I was also able to cook more. As my dad was at work, and my mom started working to support the kiddos. I was in charge of making dinner. Oh boy, was I excited! My mom would set out the food that we were going to have before I came home for school. When I'd get home I would listen to the instructions and then go do homework and then when the time came I would make dinner.

     I would cook a variety of things. Spaghetti, Mac and Cheese, Hamburgers, Hamburger Helpers, etc. I felt comfortable making things that I knew I couldn't screw up on. My mom would make lasagna from scratch, manicotti from scratch and a bunch of other yummy dishes.

     When I was transitioning from middle school to high school I was asked what I would want to do with my life. I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do. I sat down, bugged my mom for help. It finally came to cooking. I thought maybe I could become a chef. In one of my classes, I was told to write about my future career.

     After a couple of years, I decided that I didn't want to do cooking as a career, but a hobby. Cooking is more an interest instead of job. I used to borrow library books about cooking and recipes, I got my very own recipe book, and sat in my room for hours and copy different recipes because it seemed interesting.  

     Now that I'm on my own, with my boyfriend, I can cook more.  I amaze him with my ability to cook different items. I have to thank my mom for that. Cooking is really fun. It's a part of my life