Growing up, I always hated eating unless it was junk food. We ate cereal,oatmeal, doughnuts for breakfast, sandwiches or canned soup for lunch. We really liked it but after lunch our stress would start…dinner (the only cooked meal) was coming and we were going to have to eat it. We didn't really know any different so real food sucked and that is the way it was.

Until my 3rd grade summer, she let us stay with our Aunt. We were in a whole new world. My Aunt and Uncle both had full time professions. (My dad was a hardworking blue collar worker, my mom was a “stay at home mom”.) They were actively involved with the community their community. They frequently participated in all sorts of charity work. Most importantly, they were magic. EVERYTHING they cooked was delicious. Most meals,I would I wanted more, I'd eat till my stomach hurt. The next year, we moved in with them. My aunt started to teach us to cook. She let us pick recipes out of cookbooks and attempt them. It was so easy and so fun. It made me wonder what was wrong with mom.