Personal Post - Cooking

I have made it a goal to go to culinary school after I finish my studies at ASU.  Growing up with my mom in the kitchen of our home as well as the restaurant she inherited from her family undoubtedly had some influence in me feeling most comfortable in a kitchen.  I find it is the only place in my house where I feel completely happy in, yet I can lose my self there for hours.  In fact when I am stressed I tend to spend hours cooking, creating, or recreated some of my mom's best dishes.  Almost to the point where there are times I believe I've outdone even her.  I started cooking as soon as I was able to stand on my own, there is a photo in my mom's kitchen where I am barely three standing on a chair stirring a pot of rice.  Growing up I resented both of my sisters for calling me Betty Crocker, but you ask them now to make any of my mom's dishes and they gladly defer to me.  Neither know any of her recipes.  This was when reality set in that cooking is not only a craft, or art, but also a passion.  You have to really like to do it, to be any good at it.  Yet it is completely taken for granted, even if we eat three times a day, everyday.  My only wish is that it paid as much as other sectors in society and was seen for the art that it truly is.  Then I would much rather see myself graduated from culinary school, instead of ASU, then culinary school.