To Cook or Not to Cook? That was the question indeed. At least it became a big one in my life.
I remember feeling so strange…when both my mothers ordered me to stay away from their stoves. My biological mother and my step mother both took this firm stance in opposition to me learning to cook for myself or a future prospective husband and family of my own. What was I to do?
Many years later; when I was in blind school cooking with a sleep shade on that completely shut out all light, all I could think about during that time was my two mothers. What would they think of this? Me cooking with a blind fold on? They wouldn’t allow me to do it with very limited sight but here I was, doing just what I knew I could do all along, if they had only allowed me to. It was so frustrating to think about.
I learned to cook on an electric stove as well as a gas stove with a sleep shade on. I learned on a glass top stove as well as a stove with electric coils. After doing all that with a blindfold on, cooking without one has become a piece of cake. I overcame a lot of what was holding me back in the kitchen once I was allowed to just do it. Why wouldn’t either of my mothers teach me to cook? I still scratch my head when I try to figure that one out. As a mother myself; I feel it was their responsibility. I don’t know what they expected me to do without their guidance.
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