Your story took me back to my relationship with my mother and learning how to cook:

I was 14 when she decided cooking would be my household chore. I went about mucking it up immediately. I put cloves in chili, served up dry lamb chops, and undercooked chicken that I imagined would of shouted at the sun if they still were around if it rose.

Momma would give me gentle feedback and with each dish, I got better. Now I am a bit of a gourmand. Yesterday I made fried cod and paired it with a couscous filled with chicken peas, tomatoes, and crab meat. My family stampeded to the kitchen for more servings.

Thank you for the story, which inspires other stories!