My first cooking attempt
Mom was out buying groceries. I knew she wouldn’t be back for a while, and I was feeling adventurous, experimental, and hungry. I decided to do something I’ve never done before. She was out getting food, so obviously I decided that I needed to try cooking!
I knew Mom would be surprised and pleased with my new-found talent. Maybe she’d even like my food! There was only one problem: I had no idea how to cook. I decided my older brother and I could put our heads together to make a delicious lunch. Of course my brother agreed (whether he knew how bad this idea was, I still don’t know), and we start hunting for any available ingredients. We knew we had to finish our meal before Mom was back, so we decided on something fast and simple. We settled on some true cuisine: Instant noodles and eggs.
As we started the gas oven, my brother and I shared the accomplished shared grin of a master chef and his sous chef. I was so eager to get cooking and I simply couldn’t wait to turn on the gas stove. I started toward the oven with a lighter, but luckily my brother snapped it away from me before I started a fire. Yet, we had no idea how much water we needed for 3 packets of instant noodles. We decided to fill the cooking pot three quarters of the way! So far everything was going perfectly well, and we threw all the noodles in together with the packet seasoning and the eggs.
The noodles were ready to eat soon enough, and I was quite happy with myself. We eagerly filled our bowls with what would surely be the best meal we have ever had.
I tasted the noodles and…nothing. There was no flavour at all! We tried to save our meal by adding every seasoning we could find in the kitchen: salt, pepper, soy sauce, and even tomato sauce! I was finally happy with my noodles.
But guess what…
Somehow I finished the entire meal despite the awful taste.
Mom wasn’t home yet though, and once she arrived she found out we cooked without her permission. We had left out all of our unwashed bowls and utensils, and she found them immediately.
Mom lectured us about how dangerous it was to start the gas stove without her around, but she was glad that we were safe. I was only 7 years old at the time, but I have never forgotten that story since.
~ My first cooking attempt ~