I'm Not Daria
Learn to cook

The next morning around ten in the morning, a chef I asked was gathered in the kitchen to teach me how to cook.

I know how to cook and really do a good job at cooking, but I want to learn something new. Something that can be used in the cafe after I leave this place.

So I've asked Amara to contact one of the chefs. I have decided to do this every day in turn and look forward to continuing to cook every day.

"So, what do you want to cook, Ms. Daralyn?" The chef asked while smiling politely at me.

"What if I know your name first?" my suggestion, who just found out that I don't know his name.

"Mario," he said as he extended his hand towards me

"It's nice to meet you. I am Daria Daralyn," I said as I shook her hand tightly

He looks a few years older than me, probably around his mid-twenties. She has light brown eyes and dark skin. He had black hair that ended right above his eyes. She also has a tattoo that is half hidden on the side of her neck

"So what do you want to learn?" She asked.

"Ms." I thought for a moment. "Teach me the first thing you learn to cook

"OK," he said, glancing at me amusedly. "Baltimore Coddies was the first thing I learned to cook

"Baltimore Coddies" I repeat.

"I never ate it."

"Well now you'll feel it" he said. "First, we have to get all the ingredients" he said.

"OK, tell me what we need and I'll take it."

Mario instructed me to take about a pound of soaked salt cod, potatoes, milk, diced onions, dried parsley, butter, eggs, Chesapeake Red Bay Seasoning, and pepper.

When she taught me how to cook it, we talked about a lot of things. I learned that she grew up in Baltimore, Maryland where Coddies were a popular snack. She told me that being a cook was her childhood dream and her mother always taught her to cook something every Sunday afternoon. Unfortunately, her mother passed away a few summers ago and although she stopped cooking for a while because it made her remember her good times with her mother, she returned to her paradise, kitchen, kitchen, and family, because he can't be far from there for too long.

He also told me that he had followed the American Masterchef but did not win it. I was so surprised. I'm learning to cook Baltimore Coddies from a former Masterchef contestant!

"Why don't you become a chef at a five-star hotel?" I was confused because he chose to be De'Daralyn's personal chef instead of being a famous chef at the hotel.

I mean it's certainly fun to cook every day for rich billionaires, but if I were in his position, I would choose to work in a five-star hotel for a good pay.

"Actually, I worked at a restaurant about two years ago and the salary was decent, but it wasn't enough. I have a big family to look after, I have two brothers who are married and they live with us with their children. They don't have jobs that pay them well and I have an unmarried sister who has two children, both twins. We are a family of twelve.

"Whoa. That's a big family"

"Yes, so I had to find another place and one day the De'Daralyn family had a dinner party at our restaurant and they loved the food, he said, so they asked me if I wanted to work for them. His salary was much better, so I accepted it."

"How much is your salary?" ask me with curiosity

"You can't ask a man how much he's paid."

"Shut up and tell me."

My mouth's open. "1M more per year????!!?

"and almost 100jt per month?!" I cried, shocked to hear it.

"Yes." Yeah." Said.

"Wow"

I focused on Mario who had mixed the ingredients and the flaked codfish and was now trying to form golf ball-sized balls and flatten them a little and I did a bad job.

Every time I take a little dough and try to knead it, it breaks or I flatten it so it doesn't look like a ball.

"Here, I show you how to do it" said Mario when once again I failed to make the batter the size of a ball.

He took out a lump in his hand and started rolling it between his palms gently. He did just that for some time and as soon as the blob became the size of a ball, he pressed down on it gently. It turned out to be perfect and shriveled.

"How did you do it?"

"just simple. Try again the same way".

So I picked up a smaller blob this time to make it easier for me and started to do as he did. It was the same thing as I did before and this time as well, the ball broke in the middle of the road. Frustrated, I tried to combine the two halves but eventually punched them and part of the ball flew into my face.

"I can't do this," finally stated sadly, disappointed by the situation.looked at Mario and realized that part of the mix had landed on his face when he squeezed it. I laughed when he wiped it.

"You can definitely. Keep trying. It's very easy" he said cheeringly.

I tried again, but after a few tries, I gave up completely

"Oh my God, I can't cook at all. How can I feed myself for the rest of my life!" I shouted furiously

Mario rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll feed you. That's my job"

"For the rest of my life?"

"As long as possible" he promised.

I smiled at him who was reciprocated with his charismatic smile.

"What about this?" I asked, looking down at the mixture with an unpleasant frown.

"I'll help you" he said and wrapped his hands around my arms from behind. He held my hand and moved my hand to gently stir it as it was slightly hardened.

As he told me how to knead into the perfect ball shape, we heard footsteps behind us and turned to look.

Apparently Devan. He walked into the kitchen to pick up orange juice from the fridge. When she finally realized us, she raised her eyebrows and I realized the moment the third person would see this the wrong way.

"What's going on here?" He asked, unscrewing the bottle and taking a sip while leaning on the refrigerator.

Cieee Daria 😋