Gimme A Break

When I first left home to go to college, I had practically no cooking skills. All I knew was how to boil water and fry an egg. Well, okay, maybe plus a few other things but you get the idea.

My roommate was a little better off because she had a boyfriend who could cook, so she acquired some of her skills through osmosis .

Which was good in a way because she became my mentor of sorts. My confidence grew as my cooking began tasting better each time I cooked. Between the two of us, we did manage to come up with a fairly good meal. 

Pretty soon, we had our own signature chicken rice, Szechuan chicken and butterfly wontons to boast of. Those were our potluck contributions that got rave reviews. I guess that’s where my love for cooking began.

• my plan-ahead menu
• lip-smacking sesame chicken
• yummiest fried rice
• fullmoon party
• our annual donation

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