I lived with my grandparents in Yorkshire when I was young. My grandma was a good 1. She made fantastic English food. I used to love going down to the 2 and watching her work, and I learned a lot from her. I realized that I wanted to be a cook. When other girls3 to do sports after school, I helped with cooking at home. When I was 15, I 4 to be a cook. However, I had to tell my parents about it 5 as I knew they wouldn't agree.
One day, I told them I wanted to take a cookery course for fun, and stayed for a month in a hotel. I enjoyed it so much that I couldn't put off telling my parents any longer,6 I brought the subject up one night over dinner.7 there was silence, and then my father asked me why. I explained that cooking was 8 painting a picture or writing a book. Every meal was a work of creation .I could see that my father disagreed, but he was not 9. He just looked at me and smiled. My mother kissed me and said she was 10 me. And now I have my own restaurant and it goes well.
