My mother was an awful cook, an exceptionally awful kosher cook, but I stayed kosher until I got to college, even though I'd long stopped believing in God.
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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.
My grandmother died when my mother was just 11 years old, and consequently, my mother never learned how to cook particularly well.
My mom is a really good cook. I didn't get the cooking gene, but she cooks this really amazing dinner every Christmas, and that's always really fun.
As a child, I first wanted to be a cook because my mother was such a good cook.
I'm a better cook and more of a perfectionist than my mother.
Again, I was influenced by my father, who was very much an atheist and took pride in combating the traditional or orthodox forms of Judaism, which his parents and which my mother's parents were very steeped in.
My mother was very agnostic. She would never set foot in the synagogue, she couldn't be doing with it.
My mom was a great cook and great baker all her life.
I started cooking from watching my mom. My mother was a really, really great cook.
I was kosher until I had my Bar Mitzvah, and I parlayed officially becoming a man into telling my father I wanted to eat cheeseburgers.