Hello Everyone:
My name is John, and I am someone who loves to cook. Sometimes I would spend hours in the kitchen, having such a great time that when I take a moment to glance at a timepiece, I would wonder where all the time had gone. I love to entertain and cook for my friends and family.
One of the simple joys that I derive is from seeing the smiling faces and nods of approval that my cooking imparts - it puts all the work and energy in preparing the meals into perspective and confers to me the satisfaction of time and energy well-spent.
Growing up, I was under the impression that I was not gifted with artistic talents, referencing "artists" as either painters, sculptors, musicians, composers, photographers, and the like. I was very sadden by my self-imposed beliefs. But as I grew older, I became quite aware of my keen affinity to write and to be able to tell stories through words and simple imagination. That was the turning point when I started to consider myself an artist as well, and I love the art of writing.
With the aforementioned established, on a whim one day, I decided that I wanted to give cooking an attempt. I grew up affirming to myself that cooking was too much work and I would never be a good cook, but, for some reason, I was prepared to prove myself wrong. I believe the first real home-made meal that I decided to make was Pho, a very popular Vietnamese soup dish consisting of rice noodles and various kinds of cooked meats topped with various green vegetables and garnishes, and could be, arguably, a Vietnamese national dish. The preparation was laborious, but when I tasted the final product, I realized that I have made one of the best, if not the best, bowl of Pho I have ever eaten.