The First Time I Cooked A Meal Author : Rhea prashant

 The First Time I Cooked A Meal

Author : Rhea prashant

Hello everyone,

Today I am back with a topic that brings back so many memories. As the topic suggests, I am going to tell you all about the first time I cooked a meal.

The first time I entered in the kitchen to actually cook a meal, I instantly realised I was lost. There were so many things ranging from pots and pans to different spices. I had no idea where my mother had kept all of the things. Eventually, I came over my shock and started exploring. I found a packet of pasta and decided to make that.

With a little help from my father, I got all the things ready to make the dish. My mother was out so we decided to make something and surprise her. I boiled the water for the pasta while my father mixed the sauce, vegetables and seasonings together. While pouring the pasta in the vessel, my hand accidently slipped and I splashed all the water on the ground. Oops! I quickly bought a cloth and wiped it up. We put the ingredients together and tasted it. It tasted sweet… unnaturally sweet. I smacked my palm on my forehead. I accidently put sugar instead of salt. I added water and salt to neutralize the sweetness and finally it was ready.

I bought out a couple of plates and cutlery and set it on the dining table. I decorated the table a little to give it an effect of a fine dining Italian restaurant. When my mother came home, she was surprised and delighted at the same time to see a delicious dish waiting for her. We sat down and ate. I told my mother how I had cooked the dish and she laughed at the part when I told her that I had accidently added sugar instead of salt. Well, you can't blame me… It was my first time cooking.

That’s it for my blog today. I hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it.

Thank You and Have A Nice Day


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