Yes, i can throw didddooowwwnnnnnn
but no beef or pork
on my fork
just some chicken n' fish on the list
but mostly fish cause that's my favorite dish
Growing up my older brother and sister would cook in their early teens because they were taught at home as well as in school, i think in a class called Home economics. When i got to their age they no longer had that class in the schools, so i had to learn by watching them and then experimenting on my own because they were running the streets so much and moms was working or at night school at that time, so i was home alone...... dang near burning the house down....lol
I first mastered box macaroni and cheese with cheeseburgers after i mastered grilled hot dogs. From there i moved on to everybodies favorite BAKED CHICKEN. I would put a whole chicken in the over and set the timer. Go down the block play a few games of full court ball with my friends, then dissapear in thin air. Run back up the block to my home, run up the stairs, open the door and run into the kitchen just in time for the timer to go .
One day, some of my friends asked my older brother where it is that i'd be sneaking off too. My brother said: "oh, if he takes off like that without saying anything it could only mean one thing. He must have a bird in the oven"......
Trust me, after they found that out some of my hungry -ss friends used to try to keep an eye on me so they could follow me home when i was ready to dip..
but no beef or pork
on my fork
just some chicken n' fish on the list
but mostly fish cause that's my favorite dish
Growing up my older brother and sister would cook in their early teens because they were taught at home as well as in school, i think in a class called Home economics. When i got to their age they no longer had that class in the schools, so i had to learn by watching them and then experimenting on my own because they were running the streets so much and moms was working or at night school at that time, so i was home alone...... dang near burning the house down....lol
I first mastered box macaroni and cheese with cheeseburgers after i mastered grilled hot dogs. From there i moved on to everybodies favorite BAKED CHICKEN. I would put a whole chicken in the over and set the timer. Go down the block play a few games of full court ball with my friends, then dissapear in thin air. Run back up the block to my home, run up the stairs, open the door and run into the kitchen just in time for the timer to go .
One day, some of my friends asked my older brother where it is that i'd be sneaking off too. My brother said: "oh, if he takes off like that without saying anything it could only mean one thing. He must have a bird in the oven"......
Trust me, after they found that out some of my hungry -ss friends used to try to keep an eye on me so they could follow me home when i was ready to dip..