THE PIZZA MAKER

having a working mom, has its own pro and cons. we were happy. i remember back in our childhood, we were abslolutely shunned form the kitchen. but , our urgency of tastebuds at times took us to that forbidden space. our forte was within maggi and omlette , thats all we could try and then obviously the major task of cleaning up, the enire mission being under tight lipped secrecy. that was fun!! years later , the secrecy was gone. we could walk in and out, but did not much about cooking.till....... i was in my hostel , where the food served was so unworthy , that even the left overs which was most of it, were even refused by stray dogs. the reason being , that most of the girls did their own cooking? well , yes..alll experts in the culnary art. and here i was only maggi and omlette! survival became a issue. so, though i managed to gulp down whtever i got , after a while it bacame too strainuos.so , i decided to try my hands at cooking. lessons all via phone from home.a few utensils , jus very basic and turned my only holiday into my cooking practise day. achievement-fair enough. started with just rice and vegies all cut in various sizes and shapes went along with it. but tasted yum....well...because i cooked it and also was a big relief from the horrible food. the triump was also celebrated over phones. i graduated in cooking along with my studies...with lectures on cooking from my expert friends and my endless trials...i ended up being a master chef. cooking every dish on earth i could imagine and doing it faster than the time thinkable. that became my speciality. i had my own recipes to cook faster, and invited friends to indulge in my newly acquired degree. till date, i still am on my way to add final touches to my skills learnt back in hostel. and with yesterday ...have turned into a profesional pizza maker it seems. one after the other and stunningly yum!!! the journey continues......any assistants?