I began cooking when I noticed my boyfriend ate , processed food all the time. A typical meal was Mama Celeste and a coke. All I really could do at the time is heat up premade dishes from Trader Joe's. So I made a deal, if he split the cost of food, I would make the meals. So night after night, recipe after recipe I began to learn the basics. There were many not so great meals (some which we both refused to eat and ordered take out instead) but little by little I found a new passion. Years later, we are no longer together, but I learned something new about myself and am proud how far I've come and keep going with my cooking. Now my recipe box at home is full, many with notes I've written as I learn to tweak my meals. It's so much fun!