I was very, very little - it was the first time I ever cooked on my own, with my mother's supervision - and I made scrambled eggs. I felt so accomplished, like magic!
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I started cooking from watching my mom. My mother was a really, really great cook.
Food is a big part of my culture, so everyone knows how to cook. When I came to America and asked a babysitter to softboil an egg for my son and she didn't know how, I was shocked.
When I was about nine years old, I announced to my mother that I was going to cook Thanksgiving dinner. And I went to the library and got this whole pile of books. I'd love to say it all turned out great. It didn't. But, sort of, from that point on, whenever there was serious cooking at home, I was the one who did it.
My mother was really young when she had me, so she was a horrible cook, but we lived with my grandmother, who was fantastic. We eventually got our own place, and my mother started learning to cook. But it was also the '70s, so she was very experimental, and, well - thank God we had a dog.
I wasn't a great cook, but I was a passionate one.
My whole life, I have been trying to cook an egg in the right way.
As long as I was well fed, I was a very, very nice child. I just used my imagination and played with Barbies. I was pretty easy.
I could cook from quite an early age - purely because I liked it.
I don't cook very well at all. I'm the girl that can't make scrambled eggs.
My mother made the best scrambled eggs, super-loose and soft.