My parents started me helping in the kitchen at a very young age. I remember sitting on the kitchen floor with a very important job: poking holes in the baked potatoes before they went in the oven. A crucial step towards baking the perfect potato. I also remember learning to make "Mexican Grilled Cheese" at a point in my life when my mother was too burnt out to cook me one.more.grilled.freaking.cheese since that's all I would eat. (Mexican Grilled Cheese, btw, is just some shredded cheddar on a tortilla and microwaved).
Perhaps my proudest childhood cooking achievement was my Deviled Egg Chickens.
Idea for Flashback Friday stolen borrowed from The Heir to Blair!
