Recipe What was the first thing you Cooked/Baked?

I just read Snowy's post here: LINK. She mentions that the first thing she ever cooked was a meatloaf. It got me to thinking about what the first thing was that I ever made. I have to be honest, I am not sure I can remember. I am pretty sure it would have been some sort of dessert, like jello or flair.

I can definitely remember making shake and bake pork chops, baking cookies with my Mom and things like that. But the one thing that really sticks out for me was following the recipe for Sloppy Joes. I remember making these from scratch and improvising on the recipe (mostly adding more spices). I don't think I've made the recipe since I was 13 or so (30 years ago!) but I could still whip up a batch if I needed to.

How about you? Can you remember the first thing you ever made? If not the first then the first one you can distinctly remember.

 

Hm. First thing I can remember is "cloud cookies" - meringues, if you like the french.

 

My Mom tells a story about when she was a newlywed. She decided to bake a pumpkin pie for my Dad. She took the can of pumpkin filling and dumped it into the pie crust and put it into the oven. Sometime later, the shell was cooked but the filling was still raw. A little time after that, the shell was close to burnt and the filling was still not setting...

What she'd failed to do was add all of the other ingredients to her pie. Pumpkin pie filling needs to be mixed with eggs and evaporated milk (it makes a custard filling that can set). My Dad was soon to come home from work and she didn't want him to see her failure so she took the dead pie and hid it in some luggage. When my Dad came home, he could swear it smelled like Mom had been baking. She just shrugged and said it must have been the neighbours.

She first told me this story when she was showing me the right way to make Pumpkin Pie.

 

I made blueberry muffins for my parents when I was 11.

Yes I am straight.

 

First thing I remember cooking was a hamburger in a cast-iron skillet.
I didn't understand heat regulation at the time, and burnt the outside while the inside was raw.
I remember scooping the pink out and eating the rest on the burger.

First recipe I followed was a Tuna Noodle Helper I made to take to a Baylor Football™ game with the church.
Both my parents were working and forgot to leave me food money, and I didn't want just a sandwich.
Don't know why I settled on the tuna dish. I couldn't eat it any way as it had sat in the thermos for a few hours while we drove there.

 

I started making easy things like ramen, mac n cheese, and fried eggs around 7 or 8. I really don't know what was first. We were latchkey kids for a portion of my childhood so if we wanted something besides a PB&J after school, simple cooking was essential. I also started making homemade french fries at this age, but never without Mom's supervision. She wasn't into pans of hot oil when she wasn't home.

 

Ah, Chef Boyardee...

I remember Mom making these when I was little. The first time I got to make it myself (with supervision), I was in kindergarten. The supervision lessened as the years went by, until sometime around sophomore year, when I was banned from making pizza of any type-- I always added sugar and LOTS of red pepper to the sauce, and I suppose sweet and and ultra spicy wasn't what the rest of my family wanted

 

I have no idea. My family was always cooking so I'm sure I had my hand in something way before I was aware of what I was doing.

The first thing I remember cooking without help that wasn't fried eggs or something out of a box was BBQ ribs. I was most likely around 13-14 years old. Looking back it probably wasn't smart for my parents to let me use the gas grill without help. Glad I didn't blow anything up.

 

Brownies....

 

I really don't remember. My mother was very efficient around the kitchen, it was more like she didn't want me to touch anything...

I remember one disappointment though, when she was going to bake sweet buns once. She did them often and enjoyed baking. She promised to let me bake too, but I also wanted to stay out and play a while longer. I must have been around ten or younger. When I got back in, she had already used all the dough, "because you didn't come in time". She could have waited... but she did things like that often, we weren't the best pals... I learned cooking mostly in school.

 

I always wanted one of these but my Mom would never get me one. I think she worried that I was gay, or something.

In the end, I just started using the full-sized oven to bake.

 

My father was an Ace Instructor, and I, a quick study.
He let me fly solo with the French-Toast after three learning sessions,
That also included: Clean as you go – (containers, utensils, and countertops.)

He’d take me to the bakery and explain the different types of bread and how thick he preferred the egg bread to be sliced.
He taught me how to know when the cast iron pan was hot enough.
Flicking water off fingertips and watching the droplets sizzle, dance and evaporate.

Letting the bread slices soak in the egg-yolk mixture….poke, poke, poking them with an index finger a few times to test for the correct amount of saturation.
I was eight years old.

By the time I was nine, I could write a SOP, on how to operate a lawnmower.

My father was an Ace Instructor.

 

Your Dad was a good guy Ring....

I lived on a farm so as far as I could remember cooking, probably something BBQ. I like smoky flavours still so theres a part of me that still lives on that farm.... I wish I could afford to have my own recreational farm but maybe in a few years with a few more years of hard work, I'll earn it....

 

A lamb cake, during the Easter season. My friend's mother was from a family of Polish bakers, so they had lots of supplies. The cake was supposed to go in one of those lamb molds and we didn't follow the directions, because we only really wanted to acheive the "cute" factor. We served a lamb cake with a soggy middle. Everyone was sick the day after.

 

My sister had a version of that, different color.
Something broke in her's so I tore it apart to see how it worked.
We ended up using the component that housed the lightbulb in a closet as a light for years afterward. (we were cheap)

Heh, imagine, cooking with a lightbulb.

 

Baked my first cake in the Easy Bake Oven. (Coal-fired edition).