As a newly wed I am slowly learning my way around the kitchen. I will say that at this point the meals are more of a failure than actually eatable. There are a few reasons for this: I am impatient and don't take the time to read directions well. Also I did not come from a house with home cooked meals. We were dashboard diners. Our commute from school to home was some times 2+ hours, so by the time we got home, Mom wouldn't be in the mood for cooking. I ate a lot of sandwiches, frozen meals and take out. By the time I was 10 my Mom started working a lot, so I made myself dinners of mac and cheese (boxed of course), sandwiches, and hot dogs. Now knowing this I am sure you can see how a lot of this is new to me.
One of my best cooking memories as a child:
One morning when we moved back to civilization my Dad was home and decided that today was the day he was going to teach me how to make scrambled eggs, so that from this day forward, I would be able to make them for him. I'm sure it as summer time, and Mom was at work. So Dad set to teaching me how to make scrambled eggs. At one point he sat down on a chair and started to read the newspaper, as my father did every morning. I got on the back on the chair and gave him a back rub. At one point Dad smelled something burning and realized it was his eggs, so he quickly stood up and and i quickly flew back a long with the chair. Needless to say Dad took me out for breakfast that day.
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