When I First Moved Out . . .
A lot of young adults still live at home with their parents. I couldn’t wait to move out to get a place of my own. I moved to Vancouver, British Columbia, to pursue a girlfriend.
My mother had taught me how to sew and do laundry. She had not taught me how to cook. The only food I knew how to prepare was baloney sandwiches. I had cereal for breakfast, and baloney sandwiches for lunch and dinner.
I started to tire of baloney sandwiches after three weeks. I decided that I should cook good food. My idea of good food was a can of Chef Boyardee Spaghetti and Meatballs. So I went out and bought a can of Chef Boyardee Spaghetti and Meatballs. I got home. I took out a pot. And then? And then I discovered that I did not have a can opener. One more night of baloney sandwiches. The next day I bought a can opener thinking how I did not have to worry about having a can opener while living at home.
Over the years my cooking skills improved, and so did my definition of good food.