Food and cooking

The least that I wanted to do when I was little is to cook. I thought (from what I saw by looking at my mother) it was a boring thing to do. Probably it was true to my dearest mother who was the only woman in the family at the moment who can cook. The other girl, which happened to be me was so small and gave a lot of attention and so busy playing out door games with the boys. By the way, forgot to mentioned that I got two younger brothers and all the other children in our neighborhood, my contemporaries, were coincidentally all boys. Thus, cooking was not in their agendas and so did mine. We had to follow the flock to stay friends, right?

But then again, when I went and stayed in the hostels, eating suddenly became my beloved activity. I was in the half prep all girls school. As my house was quite far and my parents thought that I could used the time that I would take travelling studying in the hostel, so I stayed. The administration for the hostels provided us 6 times meals. Wow! At home, busy with playing I rarely had time to eat. Somehow, I changed my perspective about eating. (I'll tell my experience about dining in that hostel later).

Let me told you about one time when I refused to eat dinner at home. I couldn't remember the number of times I skipped meals prior to that incident but my parents were so angry (or concerned) that night because I was not eating properly. My father dragged me down while I was watching the television, put me on the chair of dinner table while him, standing with a stick behind me and my mother scooped me rice. I had my dinner that way that night. After the incident I will eat as little as possible every meals time though I don't want to eat to avoid such conditions again. That memory put a smile on my face every time I think of it. How much they love me? You tell me.

Back to the original story. Because I love eating, I eventually learn to cook. At first reluctantly as guided by my mother. She would asked me to assist her in the kitchen where I would asked all sorts of questions. Then she let me tried my hand at cooking. Somehow, after sometimes cooking just came natural to me. I could just eat some dishes in the restaurant, recognized the taste and tried my hand making it at home. I got enough experiences in cooking especially when I live on my own for about 7 years doing undergraduate and master course somewhere far from home.

My friend once said whoever that is able to cook are able to do lab work, especially biological lab work as it need certain types of hands to make it. But I believe, everyone can cook as long as they have their heart in it. Cooking is actually the act of love. ("_)