Describe in details your experience of cooking for the first time .
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What was your 1st cooking experience?
I have an instant smile on my face answering this question.
I wanted to make kheer for my best friend on her birthday.
I literally had no idea about the ingredients and the process involved in cooking kheer.
So obviously I went to my mother and asked her about the process and the ingredients required.
She always wanted me to learn cooking and was Delighted when I approached her to help me out.
She immediately wrote all the required ingredients with exact quantities on a piece of paper. I bought all the required ingredients Mentioned.
She knew it's not possible for me to make kheer for the first time without her help. She joined me in the kitchen.
Knowing the process is one step, but executing it to perfection will give desired outcome. Perfection is what she provided to my first experiment.
She was involved in the process from the begining to the end and corrected me in almost everything I did except for turning on the stove :p. Her corrections made my first cooking experiment a success. If not for her I would have screwed it.
Meanwhile my sister was enjoying seeing us cooking together and clicked some pictures.
It was a beautiful experience :)
Luckily kheer Turned out to be very delicious and the birthday girl loved it.
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My first cooking experience goes back to the time when I was in my early teens.
Both parents were reasonably good with cooking. My father however had flair and passion. Everytime we threw a party it was my father who took charge of the kitchen with mum mostly playing second fiddle. So, there was no lack of inspiration. Right from childhood, we were helping out in the kitchen - handing over vegetables, packing them in the refrigerator when they came from the market, washing them, stirring the pot when required, preparing the dough, etc.
One fine Sunday, dad said - why don’t we cook lunch - rice, dal and omlette? He guided me through all the steps - insisting that I should do everything, Of course, he did all the cutting and chopping. The result - soft fluffy rice, tenderly spiced masoor dal and a crispy and brilliant yellow omlette.
The result was not something out of the blue. But, it started me off on a journey of cookbooks and recipes which ended up in me pursuing hotel management. Belatedly however, I realised I do not have the temperament for working in an industrial kitchen. So, I laid my career aspirations to rest and decided to pursue cooking as a hobby.