I chose to cook because, in my family, nobody knew how to cook (even my grandma!). When i came back from school, while I was cooking pre-cooked frozen food, I sad to my self: “That’s enough! I have to do something”.
I hated school, but cooking made me curious, and so, starting from the worst, you can just improve yourself. I started working since I was sixteen, I held the position of wash dishes, in a terrible pizzeria near my house. I’ve just wanted to be independent and don’t ask my father for money. So here below, you find the nicest experiences, in that way, don’t misjudge!
