Literally my grandma made me do it. I use to stay with her on long school holidays ( summer) as she lived overseas. That lady was so tough on me but I loved being with her. When I was about 11 she told me that I was cooking that day and that my mom spoils me a little much. To be honest I knew what to do by watching them cooking. I made chips ( of course) mom already by that time has taught me how to cut potatoes into chips, Then grilled steak ( just how dad use to do it)
Then salad with my special mayonnaise lol
Easy peasy... After that she told everyone how I am a good cook and I think that's how my love of cooking started lol..everyone fussing over it and how grown up I was becoming lol

In high school is when my parents really taught me. When I got to college I knew how to cook whereas some of the guys I lived with could barely boil water. Now I enjoy cooking for myself (and eventually for my soon-to-be family)

[c=#7700B2]young. I used to stay at my nan and pops place every second weekend and my nan would teach me how to cook.. She was like the best cook ever imo and yeah it was so much fun learning from her[/c]

As a kid also. I didn’t cook with my parents though. I cooked on the weekends with my grandmother. I cooked for her and with her.

I was bored.... and about 5 years old and alone in the kitchen.

I was a latch key kid...responsible for making supper.

I got a job