Cooking
I love cooking for other people. I just do. I love it when the thing I am cooking comes out just right and everyone loves, or when it comes out a little bit off and they still love it. Not so much when I screw up horribly, unless of course they still love it.
I guess this comes from me always having to cook for myself growing up. You see, I am allergic to onions. And I am 50% Sicilian. I know, what the fuck is up with that? But, because of sad ironic twist of genetics, I became a pretty good cook because of it, having to make my own food and all when around family.
It makes me miss living a minute away from a Trader Joe's though....
I guess this comes from me always having to cook for myself growing up. You see, I am allergic to onions. And I am 50% Sicilian. I know, what the fuck is up with that? But, because of sad ironic twist of genetics, I became a pretty good cook because of it, having to make my own food and all when around family.
It makes me miss living a minute away from a Trader Joe's though....