Well I grew up basically raising my sister and brother. I would help with homework. I would make sure they had baths and were in bed on time. I made sure they had clean clothes. I would do all I could for them (short of providing their shelter), not because my parents weren't there, but because they were usually not up for taking care of them. Because I had to grow up quickly, I had to learn how to survive quickly. I had to teach my sister and brother how to go out and get what they needed on their own, because no one else was going to do it for them. Yet, I was always in the background, just in case they fell.....
They are the reason I cook. They influence my passion for cooking. They drive me to succeed and do my best so I can make things better for them. Without them their would be no need to have a family dinner on Sunday. Their would be no need to be covered head to toe in flour trying to make the "biggest" cookie in the world. Their would be no need to show them the joy of being able to turn nothing into something, to show them that from nothing they can be something. Without my sister and brother I would have never dabbled in cooking. I would have never gotten to experience the sheer joy of taking random ingredients, creating something amazing, delicious, and memorable to make my sister and brother happy. Culinary arts is my life and I thank my sister and brother for giving me the opportunity to realize it.
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