At about the age of 12, my mother gave up cooking, my father would not attempt it and me and my brother never thought to learn. The older siblings were out of the house so, we were always kind of on our own for dinner. You would never see us sit at the table as a family after that point, unless it was a special occasions. Never would you smell stuffing on the stove or ham in the oven. In our house it was more like, “Pizza’s HERE!” or “What do you want, hot dog or hamburger?”
I have never held this against my parents. They had five children and I was the youngest of them all. Not to mention the house was small and the kitchen was tiny. If I were them, I would be tried of cooking too. But it did lead to a very unhealthy lifestyle of myself and those who still lived at home. It wasn’t until I was 24, when that began to change.
I finally decided to get out on “my own” and move to Portland and freeload off my sister and her wife for six months. A couple weeks into my stay they gave me a gift, a cookbook. The Can’t Cook Book. They must have grown tired of seeing me eat quesadillas and peanut butter sandwiches on a daily bases.
At first I was like, “Wow, thanks guys…” Thinking to myself, “seriously, you call this a gift?” But, after looking at the colorful pages and quick easy tips, I gave it a go.
Not only was I actually cooking for the first time in my life, I was learning, eating things I had never had before, and taking up tricks of the trade. I was having a ball and loving it, not to mention it tasted great! The recipes within this book ease a Newbee like myself into the cooking world. Showing the utensils you will need (PICTURES!) and what the end result should look like (MORE PICTURES). As someone who is a visual learner this was a major help when starting out.
Minus the fish, I have booked just about everything within this book and it all tasted great. Once I master this booked, I found myself becomes curious and venturing out to other cookbooks. Although the pictures are great, it gave me the confidence to give my Mom’s old Betty Crocker cookbook a try, than a vegan cookbook, then a diabetes cook book and so on. I found myself loving the art of cooking. I can’t believe I went 12 years without ever considering the idea of cooking for my family or myself. I now own almost a dozen cookbooks and I plan to add more to my collection, as I master each recipe. Now, I still consider myself a Newbee, but I can now make a mean enchilada.
Now, it’s your turn! I know you are out there want-a-be chiefs. Give this Newbee cookbook a try!
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