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The Cooking Experience
I had to cook for the first time in my life when I was in Delaware State on the morning of October 25 in 2013. The weather outside was too cold to hang out or to take a walk in, so I decided to cook in my apartment and have some fun. I was not living alone in my apartment; my roommate, Abdullah, was there and my father was visiting the United States for the first time in his life. While I was preparing to cook by hurriedly taking out what ever in the kitchen. I’m the kind of person that can’t wait for food; if my stomach growls in a way that translates to “Time to eat whatever is in front of you”.
I had loudly asked Abdullah, “What time is it?”
He replied with an even louder voice than me, laughing and saying, “It is 11 in the morning, which is 11:00am”.
I thought to myself that I would rather die than be the type of person who laughed at my own jokes like he did. Then I said, with evil voice, “It time to start the game," laughing as I said it.
The time was 11:00am, which meant that it was time to cook. Before I started, I decided to wear the chef clothes that I bought a long time ago. The chef hat made me look like a professional chef, even though I was not a professional at all.
I was finally ready to start when my father called from the living room with an unsure voice, asking, “Are you sure what you’re doing, my son?” His face implied that he thought I was going to set the kitchen on fire.
I answered him back, “Don’t worry, everything is under control. Also, the fire alarm is just around the corner of the kitchen if something happens.”
The time was 11:10am and it was time to cook. I chose to cook lasagna, which most people say is easy for beginners to cook. First, I preheated the oven. As most of us know, turning up the heat button results in an increase in heat. Every time I turned up the heat, I run to the living room thinking that it would burn me.
My father had saw me running from the heat and laughed, saying,” Are you kidding me? You're running from oven heat? What would you do if it was a real fire?” He laughed so hard he fell from his chair.
I glared at my father with angry face and said, “I will handle it. If I can’t handle this situation then I will never be able to depend on myself for problems like this”.
My father replied, “Son I’m proud from you, but the way you’re running is similar to the way someone runs from a person with a shotgun.”
I suddenly got an idea, went to my room and put on gloves and an extra T-shirt. If something happened, I would be prepared for it. I put a pan on the stove and put ground beef, chopped onion, and garlic powder inside. The garlic powder smelled so strong because of the heat that it made my eyes water, but I still liked the delicious smell of garlic. While I mixed the food and waited for the beef to brown, I was sang one of my favorite songs, “What do I owe my friend to all creatures? Do well and you will be safe and follow people of the truth, don’t say, my son, a word, unless you are being honest, and write on a piece of paper, what I owe people and what people owe me”. While I was singing, I found it necessary to dance as well to make the job of cooking more fun.
At 11:20am, I was waiting for the beef to be well done in the pan, so I decided to sit in the living room for a little bit with Abdullah and my father. Abdullah was playing a video game, he was really enthusiastic because he was playing soccer online and was just 1 goal away from the championship trophy. My father was just checking his IPhone to see the latest news in our home country; his face said that nothing interesting had happened. I sat with them, watching Abdullah play and cheering him on. After the cheering had gone on for 10 minutes, Abdullah had won the game and was jumping and running around the apartment in excitement, saying “Yes, yes!!!” He was acting like WWE wrestler Daniel Bryan.
At 11:35am, the beef was ready, but I thought, shocked, “I forget to make the meat sauce!!” At least my father and Abdullah didn’t know I had made such a silly mistake.
I put the beef on the microwave so that it wouldn't get cold require me to cook it all over again. My face showed how hurried I felt; I have to do this quickly before I got caught or they would never let me continue to cook meals. I thought to myself, “Let's give up and be relax,” but I have to be able to depend on myself; I had to fix my mistake. So, I took a large bowl and added an egg, mixing it with cottage cheese, a half cup of parmesan cheese, and parsley to make the meat sauce. I mixed them for less than a minute, which was not good at all. I knew that things were going from bad to worse, but I had to finish what I had started.
Now the time was 11:50am and the lasagna was supposed to be ready in 30 minutes. I brought over the baking dish and put the non-boiling noodles on it. I added the beef and meat sauce before placing it in the oven. I put a timer on my watch so that it would ring once 30 minutes had passed. It was noon and I had to get some rest after finishing most of the cooking. I went to the living room and nothing had changed very much. Abdullah was still playing a video game, but it was a different game called Call of Duty. My father was just watching Abdullah play. I didn't have any idea what was going on in the game. My father asked me about the recipe that I had picked and he seemed happy that the lasagna was almost done. In my mind, I was wondering if my recipe was missing something, but I couldn't think of anything.
My father looked at me and said, “The important thing in cooking is salt because it give the food more flavor.”
He continued talking and I suddenly remembered what I was missing and yelled, “SALT!!” My face suddenly took on a look of shock; it reminded me of a scene in the movie "The Mask" when a character was so shocked that his eye popped out of his face.
My father looked at me and said “Please tell me you didn’t forget the salt!”
I looked at him and laughed, replying “I’m just joking with you to see what face you would make”, but I was crying in my mind.
My watch alarm rang, which meant that it was 12:30pm; the food is ready and I had forgotten the salt. I took the baking dish from the oven. The lasagna looked perfect, similar to an Italian restaurant's lasagna, but I was afraid it would taste like fish oil. I told myself that I did what I had to do; whether it was delicious or not, I had completed my mission of cooking a meal from beginning to end. I took the baking dish to the living room, where Abdullah and my father were waiting like they hadn’t eaten for a very long time.
They saw the dish of lasagna and said, at the same time, “Wow!" Abdullah asked, “Do you swear to God that you did it?!”
My father said to Abdullah, “Let's try it before we judge it”. Abdullah replied, “That's a good point.”
I said, “Wait, I forget the forks and plates. I will be right back.”
They replied, “Hurry up!!”
I went to the kitchen and grabbed whatever we needed to eat the food with and grab some salt; if they didn’t taste anything at first, the salt would help.
I returned to them and my father took one look at the salt, asking, “Why did you bring salt?”
I replied, “Just in case you need more salt; I only put a little salt in the lasagna.”
My father's face was blank and he replied, "Ok.”.
They started to eat with a positive mood, but when they tasted the food, everything changed.
My father shouted out, exclaiming, “Why did you forget the salt in the recipe!?”
I answered back, with my head bowed down, “I’m sorry, father this was my first time cooking”.
My father said, “Oh, well, son, at least the shape was bad for your first time experimenting with cooking. It is better than nothing.”
So, my father added the salt that I brought from the kitchen and started to eat like nothing had happened. Abdullah and I didn’t care about the taste that much because we were so hungry that we would have eaten anything in front of us.