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Jan 15, 2009 02:19 PM

when did you start to become interested in food?

please forgive me if this subject has been covered, i was wondering when everyone became interested in cooking/food in general. young, or was it something you came into later in life?

for me it started early, i can remember my nonna making fresh pasta and killing chickens (a little scary especially for a two year old) but the end result was beautiful i can remeber watching her and helping make sauce and the sweets oh the sweets! tiramisu, palmero and cannoli.

and when i was eight i was addicted to ready-steady cook. i would practice meals on my family i remeber making a youghurt vegtable soup (didn't work out to well but no one complained bless em) and a rolled stuffed chicken breast with bread crumbs and feta and herbs that was a lot nicer than the soup!

by my teens i was cooking every night for the family, my mum and dad worked full-time (actually they still do i'm only seventeen so still in my teens!) , soups, lasagne, curries, all sorts of pasta and rice dishes fish, chciken dishes from all over the world. so for me its been a hobbie almost from birth what about you?

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  1. A couple of years ago, I was in the hospital for a few weeks. Television choices, particularly during the day, were limited, and I (who previously had no particular in food, other than eating it) got hooked on The Food Channel. I hardly watch it any more, though I do watch Anthony Bourdain on the Travel Channel and a couple of the PBS food shows.

    1. I was 18 and in Europe for the summer. I had always been a picky eater -- if an egg was fried, I'd eat the yolk but if it was boiled, I'd eat the white, and I never, ever ate eggs scrambled. I wound up having an omelet in Paris, and it changed my life. Then, all I wanted to do, was to replicate all the delicious things I had eaten in Europe.

      1. I was young, probably 6, when I actually started to develop a real love of cooking and food. I always remember watching and helping my mom and grandmothers cook. My mom would always help me make recipes out of my favorite book: The Disney Mickey Mouse Cookbook. I would watch PBS cooking shows and write down recipes that I thought were good on the back of my homework. The very first thing I made my parents by myself was this spicy roasted shrimp. It was fantastic and my parents loved it. From that point on, I was the "foodie" in my family...I played an integral role in helping my mom come up with new recipes and making the old ones better. I even remember being the resident garlic peeler in the house. I think my parents were excited that I developed this liking/talent for cooking, but at the same time I think they found it to be strange. Instead of playing a board game, I wanted to cook something...After a while they went with it and now they can't complain because they get to eat some of my creations! :)

        1. As a kid I'd cook with my grandmother quite often. She made everything from scratch and that taught me an awful lot.

          But I didn't really start cooking on my own until I was in my early 20's. That was also about the time I moved to Chicago and a whole new, great , big, world of food opened up for me. I gained 20+ lbs the first year l lived there. It became an obsession to try something new every day. As the scale demonstrated, I was successful.

          1. I had to cook for the entire family from the time I was 12; my mother refused to teach me how to cook, didn't let me use cookbooks [like I was meant to learn by osmosis], only let me make certain sanctioned meals, and would not let me choose groceries, meaning I had to use what happened to be around and make it fit. My family never ate out [I mean never] so I spent every dinnertime with my stomach in knots, worrying that I would be punished again for not making a meal up to her standard. Food was pretty much something to keep you going, not something you enjoyed. Needless to say, once I finally moved out I decided I was never going to cook again, on principle, and lived on take-out, fast food, and frozen prepared dinners for over a year. After a] starting to really dislike the processed crap I was eating and b] realizing what a waste of money it was, I began to reclaim the kitchen. I thus 'came to food' in my 20's once I realized that I could make my own relationship with cooking and meal prep. I've become a complete recipe hound and now totally love cooking, eating, and everything to do with both. Ironically, I am the only one of all of my friends who actually cooks- they grew up with mothers who never let them in the kitchen!

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            1. re: Smorgasbord

              That's a great story; sort of sad, but it sounds like something out of a novel. Thanks.