As I was stepping on a stool in front of the stove to put the final ingredients into the Borsch, I heard my uncle’s voice. I replaced the lid on the pot, and hurried to greet him. He liked to pay us unexpected visits once in a while. He curiously glanced into the kitchen, and then proceeded into the living room. The Borsch was ready, so I made the dressing to go along with my soup, sliced some bread, and set the table. My family gathered at the table. As my uncle was our guest, I served him first. He must have been very hungry, because he started eating right away. When I sat down at the table he looked at me with his eyes wide open and asked, “Who made this soup?”
Startled and embarrassed I replied hesitantly, “I did.” A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind, “My soup must taste awful. Did I add too much salt? Did I miss a step?”
He continued, “How old are you?”
Very worried, I replied, “I am eleven.”
Surprised, he exclaimed, “This Borsch is very delicious! It is amazing that you can cook like this at your age!”
Shocked and relieved at the same time, I started to blush. I was not expecting that response from him. My parents praised my cooking, which was very encouraging, but it felt different coming from someone outside my immediate family. I felt a sense of accomplishment knowing that my parents and my sister weren’t the only people who liked my cooking. Elated, I tried a spoonful of my soup with great pleasure, but it tasted very different this time because it had a taste of success! This was my moment, and I was ready to cook for the world!