My First Cooking Experience
When I was young, the kitchen had an invisible ‘no entry’ sign put there by my mother. But as years passed by, I became more and more interested in food, both eating and preparing it. So when one morning, my mom went grocery shopping and my father was fast asleep, I sneaked into the kitchen.
As I hadn’t had breakfast, I decided to begin my first experience as a cook by making an omelet. I had seen mom making an omelet numerous times, so started recalling the process and the ingredients required for the purpose.
I took an egg, onion, some tomatoes, and green chilies. I washed them and started chopping the onion. Then came the tomatoes that brought the disaster; I cut my finger. But this little incident didn’t stop me. I got back to my work and finished chopping the tomatoes and chilies. Then came the egg; I could crack it open only after a few attempts. I put all the ingredients in a bowl, added some salt and whisked it.
Then I lighted the gas stove, put the frying pan and poured some oil. After the oil is heated, I poured the batter into the pan. A few moments later, I flipped it using a spoon to cook the other side. But just when I was taking it out on a plate, I found my mom standing behind me. I froze.
But contrary to what I feared, my mom gave me a smile and told me, ‘Come on! Let’s enjoy our breakfast!’ So we enjoyed the omelet together, and believe me, it was quite good! Also, the ‘no entry’ sign in front the kitchen was gone forever!