My Mother forced me to learn to cook at a young age, she was a single widow after my father died, and she used to work all of the time to pay the bills on our house and to buy food, so I had to cook. We ate lots of easy to cook stuff like potatoes, and eggs, and pancakes, and sandwiches, and tacos, and burritos, and spaghetti, etc, etc. And of course I cooked chicken in a variety of ways. Then, I worked in the kitchen at a YMCA summer camp, and I started as a dishwasher and I helped to cook, etc. Then, I ended up as a cook at a casino in Nevada, for 2 years I was a great cook and people paid a lot of money to eat food that I cooked. So my Mother made sure that I can cook, and then I ended up supporting myself with a job as a cook.
And someday if I want to open a night club in Rome, then I can cook for my customers, we can serve food at my club.
Meanwhile I am grateful to be able to cook and to be able to eat cheaply.
For Bambu there is always canned soup.
Salute,
Tony V.
