Nutmeg Mishaps and Flying Burgers; A Hilarious Journey Through My First Culinary Experience
I would like to take you on another adventure, but instead of traveling to another country, we will be going back in time. So, fasten your seatbelts, or hold on to your hats as we rewind about 18 years or so and look back on a memory that I will not soon forget. It was time. I had been preparing for this moment for what felt like forever, but in all reality, it was probably only months, maybe a year at the most. But, like most 9-year-olds, my measurement of time was not the most accurate and everything seemed to take forever. I had been eagerly anticipating the day when I could make my family a whole meal completely on my own and I felt that I had been waiting my whole life to hear my mom tell me that she felt I was ready. The day came and I was ecstatic. My mom put the whole responsibility of preparing the supper for my family all on my shoulders. Now, whether or not this was completely wise is something that you must conclude on your own. I am merely the storyteller, relaying...
