When I started cooking, I was 10 years old. At the beginning I just wanted to help my mother,
who works as a chef in a restaurant. One
ordinary Saturday. I got up, washed and
dressed. I came to the dining room to have my
breakfast. Usually I have porridge and some
pancakes or snacks. But this morning Mom
allowed me to make my first pizza. We called it
'-made-it-myself-pizza' and it was delicious. I
really enjoyed myself.
