My Cooking History (The Guy):
I have been cooking ever since I have been able to see over the stove. All of the credit I get I owe to my mom. She once told me, “Boy, as much as you like to eat, you had better learn to cook.” So I did. I would spend evenings and weekends in the kitchen with her just watching (and helping) in amazement as she would take all kinds of things from the cabinets and the refrigerator and make some kind of a grand meal. One of the first things I noticed was that she seemed to pull out a lot of the same things most of the time. When I questioned my mom on this she said with a smile, “It is not what you start with, it is what you do with it that matters”. At the time, I did not get it. We were an Air Force family (enlisted) with four kids. Not rolling in money so to speak. I watched... and I learned. She taught me seasonings, how they taste and how they mix. When to add and how to combine, how to make the flavor you want and not to be afraid to experiment. She taught me vegetables, the look, the texture, the taste, the different ways to cook them. She taught me meats, how to take what you have, waste nothing and the styles of preparing them. She taught me the table. All of your work is diminished if the presentation is left out. She taught me the value of time and to be patient in your work to achieve the results you want.
Most important of all, she taught me that I need to love what I do.
See mom, I was listening, I got it.