My Incredible Dad
Growing up as a child, I never thought that one day I would become a chef. I always fathomed to be a doctor or maybe an engineer, careers that other kids at school fantasized about – of course they are rewarding careers and anyone would dream of either of them. There are other careers that were liked by many, for instance being a pilot or a scientist, but to me, a doctor or engineer were my dream careers.
But as I grew up, I enjoyed watching my late dad could. Although he was rarely found in the kitchen, any day that he decided to prepare dinner for us, was one of those days that we all looked forward to. To claim that late dad was a perfect cook is an understatement; he was an incredible cook. Whether he prepared a simple cabbage burning-soup or a pasta primavera we all appreciated his amazing culinary skills.
His dishes were always delicious and mouth-watering, far much better than what mum could do. I must admit that he was one of the best chefs around, which always makes me beg the question as to why he ended up becoming a banker.
We would gather around the dining table afterwards and I would be the one to lead in the grace most of the times. We would then have our dinner and as usual water it down with his favorite red Fontanafredda Briccotondo Barbera. After dinner, he always would help in clearing the table and I would join him in the seating room to watch a movie or any of his favorite TV show.
Then one day after having dinner, as usual we proceeded to the seating room. Unfortunately that day, there was no good show that we felt like watching and I sat beside him as he flipped through the various TV channels. All this time we were having some casual talk. Then he settled for a TV program which featured various foods and cooking. As we watched the show, we all went mum for almost 30 or so minutes. Then he broke the silence.
“Son, would you consider becoming a chef one day. You could maybe own your own restaurant or something.”
I didn’t have brave words to tell him that I was even getting bored by the TV show and wanted to go to bed. But I didn’t want to disappoint him. I innocently told him a yes. That night I thought about it and decided I would give it a try if he was kind enough to let me help him with the cooking whenever he decided to prepare dinner or food for us. This was a counter offer that he gladly accepted.
In the following months, whenever he prepared any food, I would be there to help him. As time went by, I became obsessed with cooking and really loved it. Today, I’m also a great cook employed with a 4 star hotel and hoping to establish my restaurant one day.