My Journey with Cooking: A Preference for Father over Mother
Growing up, the question of who I preferred to learn cooking from was a contentious one. While my mother was often too busy or too lazy to cook for us, my father not only taught me but also instilled a passion for cooking in me. This article explores why I preferred my father, the influence of his teaching, and how I eventually taught my sister to cook as well.
The Mother's Role
My mother's role in our household seemed to revolve more around other responsibilities. She would often justify her lack of involvement with the kitchen by stating, 'It’s not my job to cook for you.' As a result, my sister and I were left to fend for ourselves, learning to cook not only to survive but also to become independent and competent.
Early Encounters with Cooking
I remember the first time I tried to cook a simple meal. I was around three years old, and my father was unusually supportive, not seeing my initial attempts as a mere child’s play but as a vital skill to learn. With one cooked meal under my belt, I was hooked. The aroma of the food filled the kitchen, and the satisfaction of creating something that could nourish and please was indescribable.
My father was more than just a hands-on teacher; he was a mentor, guiding me through the complex world of cooking. He taught me not just the basic recipes but also the importance of ingredients and the nuances of flavor. He emphasized the significance of adding small details, like a pinch of salt or a splash of olive oil, which can transform an ordinary meal into a memorable one.
The Sister’s Involvement
My sister and I quickly realized that we were not alone in our newfound passion for cooking. We decided to teach each other, sharing our experiences and knowledge. Although I started at three, my sister was slightly older and had more time to dedicate to learning. We cooked together, experimenting with various dishes and learning from our successes and failures.
As time passed, we both became quite skilled in the kitchen. Our mother eventually acknowledged our skills and occasionally asked us to prepare meals for the family. It was a proud moment for both of us, but it also served as a reminder of how far we had come from that initial, self-imposed responsibility to feed ourselves.
Legacy and Influence
The skills and knowledge we acquired from our father are a testament to his dedication and the positive influence he had on us. Even today, whenever I pick up a recipe book or prepare a meal, I cannot help but think of my father's lessons. His teaching went beyond the kitchen and into the realm of life lessons, such as patience, attention to detail, and the joy of creation.
Through my experiences, I have come to appreciate the importance of cooking not just as a survival skill but as a form of self-expression and a way to connect with others. The memories I shared with my father in the kitchen continue to hold a special place in my heart, serving as a reminder of the legacy we built together.