Mather hall, one of the dining options on campus, truly
spoils us. During the school year, our meals are provided for and we don’t have
to break a sweat for anything. The summer is different, seeing as there’s no
meal plan and my mom is not nearby to teach me the finer details of the art
known as cooking. Considering the fact that I have only had 18 years to acquire
some cooking skills, I don’t think that I am doing too shabby.
I have dug into my memories to remember what I saw my mom
cooking. I have gone back to traditional Congolese food because I feel more
comfortable cooking it. When I am not eating that, I experiment a little. I
made a chicken and potatoes casserole last week and it was great. Cooking
casseroles is a little easier since all I do is get the recipe online and throw
it in the oven. I have learned that noodles weren’t meant to be eaten for lunch.
Most importantly, I have learned to be careful when there’s oil on the stove.
While I won’t be the next great chef anytime soon, I am
proud to be eating food that isn’t macaroni and cheese or tv dinners.
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