KIM IVAN R.

SUMAGAYSAY 10/03/22
GE2(155)
Beyond Cooking In My Life

Hi, I’m KIM IVAN R. SUMAGAYSAY I’m here to tell you what my passion in life. When I was young, the
kitchen had an invisible 'stop' sign put there by my mom. “No you cannot enter here!” she always said to me.
Well, I really don't blame her as it is no place for kids. I was just left outside in awe, looking at what wonders
the kitchen held. A few years passed by and I became very interested in food, both eating and preparing it.
Nonetheless, the kitchen was still out of bounds so I couldn't experiment with cooking. It was early in the
morning, mom had gone for grocery shopping and no one else was at home. I sneaked through the dining room
and there was the kitchen in front of me. I took an egg, and some tomatoes and onions. I knew the basics, so I
began the work. I chopped the onions on the work surface just I had seen chefs do it. Then came the tomatoes. I
washed them first and started chopping. This time disaster struck and I cut my finger. There was no bleeding
but it was just as painful. This little nib didn't stop me and after about a few minutes of whining, I got back on
my feet. The egg awaited its fate, to be cracked in half. It took two or three attempts to crack it open and into
the bowl. The spices were next. Well, as most of you know, mothers always keep spices on the top shelf of the
cabinet. Whatever the logic may be, it is very annoying trying to jump to reach them. After a failed attempt, I
went to the hall and grabbed a stool. After climbing up the stool, I grabbed the chili powder and the salt. I put
the ingredients in the bowl with the egg, and whisked it. I lighted the stove and put the big frying pan on it and
poured some oil in it... and spilled some on the floor too, accidentally, of course! Till the pouring of the batter
into the pan, everything was going perfect then I wondered what was used for turning the egg upside down in
the pan. Soon, I was running all over the kitchen, searching all the cabinets to find the cooking spoon, all the
while the omelet was sizzling in the pan. Finally I found the spoon and made a rush to turn over the omelet. I
managed to do that without breaking or spilling it out of the pan only to see a very nicely browned, or rather
burnt, side up! While I was busy taking it out in a plate, someone came up behind me. It was mom. I was
dumbstruck. She was angry at seeing the kitchen in a mess, the drawers all open, and some salt and chili powder
on the stoves and countertop. She found a fit punishment for me. I was to eat the burnt omelet. Sitting on the
table and eating the omelet, I realized it wasn't as bad as it looked. My first cooking experience turned out to be
a disaster and I just got the taste of my own medicine... I mean, omelet. But I was happy with my
accomplishment, even if it was a bit burnt. And I had learnt to leave things to the expert chef (my mom), and
never tried cooking anything myself! And that’s all thank you!