Sometimes my dad would yell at my mom because my pal and I would have the air conditioner on for so long and my pal and I were wasting energy and money when it didn’t need to be on

My love for cooking started when I was about eight years aged when I would constantly go to my Grandparents apartment every Wednesday to visit them. My Grandmother is Italian and all she would do on the weekends is bake and cook delicious Italian food. I continued to go over to her apartment every Wednesday until I left for school. I decided what I wanted to do through my Grandmother. I wanted to be a chef. In school I took some cooking classes and I signed up to go to a cooking school. I went to one of the best cooking schools in the country, then every time that I would come loft on breaks I would cook my parents something that I learned in school. I would try to cook the lunch before my parents got loft from work so it would be ready for them to eat. My mom knew every time that I was cooking because when you came into the apartment it would be truly hot. I love using the oven and stove however it radiates a lot of heat into the kitchen. Therefore my mom would go to the thermostat and turn it down so that the air conditioner could kick on. The air conditioner would be on for hours on end until my pal and I were done eating and cleaning up the kitchen. Sometimes my dad would yell at my mom because my pal and I would have the air conditioner on for so long and my pal and I were wasting energy and money when it didn’t need to be on. Despite how much energy it took for the air conditioner to cool the apartment down my parents still loved my cooking.

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