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厨渣的下厨初体验

Perhaps the most common complaint at American universities, other than the horrendous torture of having to wake up for morning classes, is the grumble about the food the school serves. Of course, this is only a generalization, as I have heard of many institutions that ensure that their students receive top-notch meals. Take the Rhode Island School of Design. My hometown friend who attends that institution always comes back with tales of how the dining staff ensure that the students receive all vegetarian meals, with the addition of some fish and chicken to satisfy the craving for meat. His cheeks were rosier and he burst out into laughter even more so than usual, despite frequently sleeping at obscene hours of the morning in order to complete his projects. But when he asked me about my dining situation, I could only roll my eyes and groan : “Just imagine your worst nightmare about food.” He looked back at me with disbelief. I was always the least picky eater out of everyone he knew. How bad did the food have to be in order to make even Leo cringe in disgust?

I will stop here about my school’s dining hall. Just to be clear, I have no complaints against the cooks, for they are simply doing their job. Many of them are quite friendly, and always have a riveting backstory to tell. But that is for another time. After all, this is not an article about slandering my school, but about the magic of cooking. The old saying goes that necessity is the mother of invention. There are various problems to this theory, but it definitely applied to my decision to begin cooking for myself. After a whole semester of gradually losing hope in the quality of food at my school’s dining hall, I resolved to take my health into my own hands and start making my own meals, at least for dinners. I ventured into this lifestyle unbeknownst of the challenges I would face, or the joy that I would experience.