My first cooking attempts was making mud pies when I was five years old. Several different sorts ones with mint or honey suckle.
A piece for you and a piece for me.
My cooking lessons were watching my mum bake a chocolate cake so I could lick the bowl. I loved when my mum cooked food I loved. My mother mostly worked, so some nights our meals weren’t too nice. Though my dad used to whip up these homemade hamburgers with the lot, and that’s a favourite in my house now.
I had a way to register all the procedure of the lessons.
But one night my dad cooked and it was something that was not nice and all I had was for a craving of this big chocolate ball he said we(mybrothers and sister) could have if we ate our tea. I was at the table for about 45 minutes trying to eat cold chop and peas(a very boring dish) in the end me dad gave up and gave me the big chocolate ball and then said I can’t leave the table until you eat that. I thought that would be easy and when I took a bite, it was awful it was a dirty great big rum ball and so did it have rum- I was at the table most of the night.
More to continue…
