Canturbury Tales - "My Life as a Cook"

"My life as a chef" is very important to become a chef recently. My job is not the easiest thing in the world. Some of us, including me, was burned. I could even taste the chef's cooking and prepared the poison so that the king would not get sick. He is the best king I know and he passes these programs only to keep my king safe. Let's tell you that the king has many friends. The banquet where I prepared the food was a long time in the kitchen next to the campfire.

I will not cook. I know the basic skills I need - I can follow the recipe - but I have never found a way to incorporate regular cooking in my daily life. If you create a shopping list, plan your meal a few days in advance, and follow the recipe every day, a great mental burden may occur. Planning, shopping, preparing, cooking is time consuming and requires many responsibilities and foresight. I do not want to make a budget. I would like to eat something not so difficult. I have some precious super focus time every day. I usually use these hours for my work - teaching lessons, grading articles, sending e - mails, drafting reports, etc. On some days, I will concentrate on paying bills or writing articles like this. Either way, time is always taken into consideration. You can not change cognitive budget, buy fresh ingredients, prepare food, cook food, or eat.

I love food for the rest of my life. In most of my life, I did not like to do something that is not instant noodles or eggs. The motive for me to start cooking is in my heart. The biggest motivation comes from the two most important women in my life - my mother and my girlfriend. These two are a huge chef, and the dishes are really good. I always wanted to cook for both, but I have luggage. worry. I am not afraid of the causes - in fact, they know that I acknowledge the pure action I have attempted. But this is my own problem

My own cooking Bacon's first memory is a shameful story. I cooked bacon, put it in a brown paper bag of A & P, drained fat, made two butter toasts and put a sandwich together. When biting in the sandwich, I noticed that the bacon was bad and not cooked. I can not eat. I do not know how old he was, probably 10 or 11, so I will deal with this problem in every way. This is a good thing for teenagers. I cleaned the frying pan and hid the sandwich behind the basement so that nobody could find wasteful bacon in the garbage. I do not know the reason, but sandwiches do not have mold. It turned into a sandwich of mummies that dried up behind the door, only I knew. As we lose moisture, its spiritual charges are on the rise. As time passed it was a terrible presence and whenever I walked to the mantle stairs the shadows had to slide down. You may ask, "Why do not throw it away?" By asking, you betrayed the fact that you are not 12 years old.