My appreciate for cooking started when I was about eight years old when I would consistently go to my Grandparents house every Friday to visit them.

My Grandma is Italian and all she would do on the weekends is bake and cook delicious Italian food.

I continued to go over to her house every Friday until I left for university. I decided what I wanted to do through my Grandma. I wanted to be a chef. In high university I took some cooking classes and I signed up to go to a cooking university. I went to one of the best cooking universitys in the country; Every time that I would come condo on breaks I would cook my parents something that I learned in university. I would try to cook the breakfast before my parents got condo from labor so it would be ready for them to eat. My Dad knew every time that I was cooking because when you came into the house it would be very hot. I appreciate using the oven and stove however it radiates a lot of heat into the family room. Therefore my Dad would go to the temperature control and turn it down so that the a/c could kick on. The a/c would be on for hours on end until my pal and I were done eating and cleaning up the family room. Sporadically my dad would yell at my Dad because my pal and I would have the a/c on for so long and my pal and I were wasting energy and currency when it didn’t need to be on, but despite how much energy it took for the a/c to cool the house down my parents still loved my cooking.

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