cool omar Let me start by saying that I was really lucky. My grandma (a wedding cake baker) started teaching me to decorate cakes from the time I was a kiddo, and when I wasn’t learning from her I was in the kitchen with my mom (a caterer) so I was pretty much covered on the learn-to-cook front. I don’t remember ever seeing a can of cream-of-whatever in our house, and homemade pizzas and pastas were totally normal. So were homemade cupcakes (YUM). It wasn’t until college that I really started to see how different my culinary education was from the norm. I cooked all the time, (even before we had a kitchen – my roomie and I got a contraband hot plate and hung a few pots and spoons from ribbons on our dorm wall. It was very chic) and I started noticing how frequently I would get a “Wait…you MADE this?!” reaction from friends. |