I've taken some aggression out on vegetables

I never thought cooking would become one of my passions in life. My mother is an a-ma-zing cook! Really, she has the best lasagna ever and it will beat your grandmother's. Well you know what I mean! Even though she is a fabulous cook, she didn't teach me anything. No, not one thing. Although I missed out on the cooking lesson train, it seems to be in my genes! Heck yes! Now I'm not just saying this to be conceded or anything. I only know that I can cook by all the, "Mmmming," and, "Omgosh this is so good," that I have been hearing. Its really nice. It makes me think of all the cooking in my life and where it all started.

From very early on in my life, I still remember I ate about 5 things. Really. Mac and cheese, grilled cheese, cheese pizza, happy meals, and spaghetti. I was an absolute stick until about 16 1/2 years of age when I made friends with fast food because I had a car. Our pantry was always stocked with only the best- Velveeta Shells and cheese. If I didn't want dinner, that's what I would have. The whole box. That totally grosses me out as I type this but its true. Its really hard to believe that my mother let me do that but that was pre-cancer, pre oober organic thing she's into now. I think the fact that I could stand to gain weight rather than lose made her not even think twice about me eating countless boxes of fake cheese.

Even though I had hamburgers and spaghetti with meat sauce, I really didn't like meat. Why would I want to eat meat when I had cheesy goodness every night to satisfy my calorie intake for a week? I don't even remember eating any kind of meat until I was visiting my cousins. My aunt and uncle are big believers in finishing what's on your plate. So naturally, they were concerned when I didn't really touch the food that they gave me. That was the first time I had ever had squash. And I remember eating chicken because they thought I would get sick or something if I didn't eat any meat at all. It helped a lot that Taylor is kind of a meat head so he taught me how to eat steak. The funny thing is that the same thing happened to my sister when she met my brother-in-law. She had her father-in-law's steak and was hooked!

So after all this time and teaching myself and learning some from others, I have a better relationship with food. Just the fact that I cook with onions is so weird. I'm really excited to meet more people so I can cook for them. Its like if someone thinks my cooking is good its equivalent to thinking my baby is cute. It goes hand in hand. I don't have a baby by the way.