To begin with, I admit I'm not so good when it comes to cooking. Such a shame, but I never give up learning. Every holiday, when I have the chance, I'll cook. For my family. It's not that my mom didn't teach me. In fact, my sisters are great in cooking. When I think about it deeply, I realize that I don't have what it takes to be a great cook. No matter how hard I try, the taste will turn out the same. It's still edible, but, it will not be the one that people will remember.
My mom has this notion that, when you reach certain age, you have to start living outside your parents' roof. And I start my journey at a tender age of 17. Well, apparently, I was only moving to the school's hostel, about 3 kilometres from my house, haha. But still, it hindered me from learning the basic skills of cooking. It won't be enough to learn only during the holidays. To be exact, it was my mom who cook for me because I was too busy doing revision (debatable, lol) when I came back home for holidays.
So, when I get older, I became more serious in cooking. I guess it's because I started thinking of what my future husband gonna eat if I can't prepare him a good meal. It doesn't get better. Duhhh...But the good thing is, I now can cook a lot of food, I mean, before learning, I only knew how to cook 5 meals , now I can cook 10. But the taste? Hmm, I bet I will have to find a man that think my 'air tangan' is delicious. But seriously, where to find one?haha..