Food, I love Food, Who doesn’t love it? It was around the age of twelve that I really fell in love with the act of cooking. My inspiration was thanks to my mother and my uncle, both who love to cook. The two dishes were a staple for me, my mother’s cheese enchiladas and my uncle’s lasagna. I wanted to cook professionally, I wanted to become a Chef. It wasn’t until the age of 20 that I had changed my mind, not about cooking food, about the fact thay maybe being a professional chef wasn’t what I really wanted to do. I grew up eating my mother’s enchiladas. They are a must have at any party or reunion that she arranges. It’s not only me that loves them, everybody that eats them falls in love with her enchiladas too. Every time I eat them I know I am home. Enchiladas are what I would call my comfort food, no one makes them like my mother. The process, from beginning to end is an art form. Starting with the dipping of the soften tortilla into the spicy homemade chile salsa, perfectly balanced between spicy and savory, then enveloping the soft and salty Mexican cheese with the now covered spicy tortilla. The savory aroma that fills …show more content…
I was so ecstatic because this was the opportunity I needed to make up my mind about wanting to become a chef. It is there that I came to the realization that I was not going to go to school to become a chef. The whole reason I loved to cook was because I wanted to bring joy with my food, but I came to realize that the rush that comes with working in a professional setting doesn’t bring me happiness, it just stressed me out. I felt like there was no heart put into cooking anymore, it was just order after order of rushed meals that needed to go out of the kitchen as soon as the order came in. It wasn’t the way I ever imagined I was going to cook. I needed a setting where I could create my food the way I wanted, with heart and enjoying it every step of the