Bio

Growing up in a Latin household my mother always yelled at me to learn how to cook. I of course did what every teen does when their parents talk to them, I ignored her. I didn't see the point of learning to cook, I mean come on, I have my mother, it is after all her duty to cook for me. I never factored in the future. Nowhere in my dumb adolescent mind was there a inkling of doubt that I would move out of my parents house. Then I turned 18; I could not leave fast enough. So as I made my way to college I began to realize that the food they served us in the dinning hall on Senior Preview Day was all a lie! That's right a lie. We had been hoodwinked, bamboozled, tricked, deceived.......I ran out of synonyms and I'm too lazy to look at a thesaurus. So here I am a junior and I am very displeased to admit that I probably eat a total of 10 cheeseburgers a week. I know you're probably asking yourself, "Well why don't you just eat a salad?" Well first of all don't judge me, and second of all who wants to eat a bland salad (said is a Spongebob voice) when they can eat a CHEESEBURGER?! That's like asking who do you want to date Channing Tatum or Smeagol. So I have come to conclusion that for me to become healthier, and to stop running the risk of dying prematurely due to having a high cholesterol, is to learn how to cook! Yes, I shall conform to my mother's wishes. So join me as I fail to cook my way through my mothers cook book of Brazilian delicacies. I assure you, you won't cease to be amused. I mean what's funnier than watching someone burn water?