One thing I never had an interest in learning is how to cook. In my life, I have a Mom who is a great cook and baker, while my Dad is no slouch in the kitchen either. So, why should I bother? I'll just let them cook for me for the rest of my life.
With that juvenile mindset, I had a wakeup call when I moved out on my own and needed to cook so, I can stay alive. Plus, when I have company, I will need to cook for them.
Alas, where should I begin. I've started easy with our DeSales cookbook and started using the crockpot that Aunt Nancy and Uncle tom bought me.
I am proud to say I can make chicken, pasta and some tasty treats along the way.
I guess I never wanted to cook mainly because I did not want to grow up.
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