I can cook. Earlier this week I had my parents over to celebrate my birthday and I cooked my first meal for them. Yes that's right my brithday and I cooked.
Growing up in my parents house, my mother would kick me out of the kitchen if I didn't do something her way or fast enough. Well, I was just starting to cook so of course I was slow.
For my first meal I cooked some chicken stuffed with cream cheese, and a raman slaw. My mother thought I found my dish to bring to the family get togethers with the raman slaw. That I think was the best compliment I could have gotten.