I didn't pursue cooking.
Or I didn't mean to.
Truth is, I don't know how old I was when I cooked my first perfect sunny side up.
It doesn't matter.
But if you want a history of how I got to this point, all I can say is that I was very young when I started taking food seriously.
I know good food when I have it.
My parents were good cooks so that should explain it a little.
They let me help kill that chicken in the bathroom.
Yep!
I used to live in a place where there's chicken in the bathroom.
God, I miss that place.
My Ma and older sister used to call me in to taste everything they've made.
"So... what do you think, Shak?"
I began cooking for them.
And now, I cook for everyone.
