Career Essay: Toasted Peanut Butter And Honey Sandwich

I have wanted to become a chef for as long as I can remember. I first started to enjoy cooking when my grandmother first brought me into the kitchen. My mother was not really at home much because she had to work to provide for her children by herself and because she was the breadwinner of the house she didn’t really have time to really take care of us. I remember my grandmother being sweet but sassy, endearing and strong. She ruled her house with an iron fist but she also used that fist to take unprecedented care of us when we were sick. The first thing my grandmother taught me how how make was a toasted peanut butter and honey sandwich. You might be wondering what a peanut butter and honey sandwich is and how to make it, but the truth is I do not even know what it it because at the time I was only concerned about one thing: eating the sweet warm peanut butter mixed with the dewy honey on a flakey piece of bread.

To this day I still don’t know how she did it, and try as i might i still can not seem to capture the essence of my grandmother’s toasted peanut butter and honey sandwich. When my grandmother died at the ripe old age of seventy-two years old from heart failure she left with her countless memories of joy and wisdom in the art of cooking. I was eight years old when the person I most looked up to died. After she passed things at my house started to take a turn. My mother having five children at the time had to keep a job to continue to care for them. I remember nights where I’d see her maybe for an hour or so before she had to change uniforms and go off to work yet another job. During those times my sister Jasmine and I moderately stepped into the roll of parent figures to our younger siblings. My sister Jasmine studied with our siblings and I cooked for us