eassy on My first day of cooking (more than 250 words )
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It's really quite a funny story how I tried my first attempt on cooking. One day my mom came back from work in the office and she was really in bad mood. She was complaining about how untidy we are and we ( my siblings ) never contributed in the household chores. At one point she mentioned something about we being ungrateful where she got to go office daily and still got to cook for all of us. Being a 14 years old kid, I fought back by saying “I will cook the dishes tonight”. She just broke down in tears and went to her room weeping. So what have I done and got myself into now. I opened the fridge and found some fishes, okra and shredded coconut. I instantly recognized that my mom intended to cook curry fish for dinner tonight. I know where she kept the curry powder, the pre grounded chili paste and other spices. So I decided to go to my neighbor’s house and ask for simple cooking instruction for the dish curry fish. My neighbor told me the steps and I noted all the necessary steps. I went back and did exactly what my neighbor said and while I am doing it, I tried my best to remember what are the taste like if my mom were to cook it, the texture and the colors. When I am finally satisfied, I off the fire from the wok and put it in the serving bowl. So the main dish is done, but we are used to having at least 3 dishes each day. So for my second dish, I decided to make egg omelet with onions. After tackling the complicated curry fish, making the omelet is piece of cake. So finally I have 2 dishes and I didn’t care anymore for the 3rd dish. So for tonight, our household will eat 2 dishes whether my dad or siblings like it or not. On the first bite, my dad started laughing. I was taken aback at his reaction. I thought I did a good job and thought he didn’t like it. My dad and my brothers finished the dishes without any complaints. I noticed they just ate it like how they would eat my mom’s cooking. Later that night my mom finally cool down and so did I. My dad asked me to go upstairs and apologize to my mom and he also explained to me that my mom might be stressed from office work and when she comes home, she still need to clean up the house and cook for us. I felt really bad at that point when my dad mentioned all these to me. I felt ashamed of myself for being a bad boy and I went upstairs to apologize to my mom and asked her to go downstairs to taste my cooking. She accepted my apologies and came out from her room and started to taste what I’ve prepared. Her reaction was the same as my dad and she started laughing too. So I made the conclusion that the food tasted bad and I don’t really care as I never aspired to be a chef anyways. Next few days during dinner ( wasn’t me cooking this time ), my mom told me that she was surprise that I managed to prepare the dishes. My dad also agreed with my mom. She then finally gave me more valuable tips on how to even make it better. Since Asian never really praise their kids for anything during those days, I think is a save bet to assume that they were actually praising me for my effort. That’s how I got into cooking my first meal.