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Итак, читаем вместе. Задавайте вопросы. Читайте и наслаждайтесь.

My love affair with cooking started long ago, but I remember it so clearly. When I was about six years old, my mom was leaving for work early one morning and I told her I was hungry. "So cook something!" she answered. I vividly remember pulling up a chair to the stove and turning it on with a match. (I know - dangerous, but it was a different time!) I selected the smallest frying pan I could find because I wanted to cook one egg. Not eggs, just one egg. I cracked the egg on the edge of the pan, as I'd seen my mom do effortlessly many times before, and emptied it into the frying pan.

Of course, the pan was full of eggshell. I didn't use any butter or oil, so the egg stuck everywhere. I can't even remember now what it tasted like, but I can recall the feeling of accomplishment I had after cooking that egg. I found it empowering and energizing. I was hooked from that day forward.