Personal Essay Example: My Awesome Brother

As always, my brother and I are in our kitchens apartment, sharing anecdotes while he starts to prepare the kitchen for cooking. Our kitchen has a small space; with a dining table and a refrigerator on the left side, and the stove, sink, and cabinets at the right. Meanwhile, I am seated in one of the chairs, wearing my comfortable pajamas; eating my delicious Cheetos with one hand and typing up homework with another, but I decide to stop doing my homework and watch him. My brother, on the other hand, is wearing green jeans, plaid blue shirt and his hair in a rock singers ponytail. Even so, how do I know that he has become an awesome cook? Well, before he begins cooking, I realize that he cleans everything, and then meticulously cuts every ingredient, and then sets the time for all that he is cooking.

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He singles out the utensils that he is going to use and of course, the ingredients; he lets everything radiant. First, he picks up the dish sponge and the dishwashing liquid and cleans the utensils. He then selects his ingredients; potatoes, peppers, tomatoes, coriander leaves, onions, garlic, and he puts them in the sink and again cleans them. He takes his time making sure that the potatoes are perfectly cleaned and shimmery. Afterward, he put the potatoes in one container and the other ingredients in another. After cutting the vegetables, he picks up the meat, adds lemon juice to it, and then covers the meat container for precisely, ten minutes.

In the meantime, the vegetables were not cut yet, and I can see him slicing every potato in almost the same size. Well, at this point am intrigued by how keen he is, so, I ask him; what is your intention cutting the potatoes in that way? He lifts his head up and smiles at me while saying, Well, I just want to make sure every single slice has same texture and flavor. Are you serious? I answer. As though, he never heard that last question, he ignores me and continues his delicate cooking process.' He takes the other vegetables and slices them; I can already smell the sweet aroma from his finely chopped fresh vegetables as their different luminous colors give me a very good impression. Besides the fact that his potatoes are keenly chopped, I can also see that he is using different types of knives; he uses a small knife for cutting the garlic and the coriander leaves, a big one for the other vegetables and the biggest one for the meat. By now, the ten minutes are over, and he cuts the meat and puts it into hot water while adding his condiments.

With the ingredients cut and grouped in different containers, he first sets the stopwatch for three minutes and handles the meat, mixing it continuously with the ingredients. However, I notice that is hands have parts of the ingredients stuck on; he just removes them as much as he can and returns them to the meat. After that, he washes his hands and puts the meat to cook at a very low heat for exactly, forty minutes that he had previously set with his watch. He takes the cut potatoes and put them into a pot with cold water for cooking over low heat for thirty minutes, and the foods aroma floods the air and wets my appetite. The final result is awesome. The stewed meat covering the potatoes slices look like a magazine picture; my mouth is watery. The best part, however, is after he serves the food and its time for me to taste his delicious meal; the meat, literally, melts in my mouth, it is so soft and juicy, and their slight citrus flavor invites me to eat more. The potatoes are soft yet still firm and the intense and delicious flavor of the meats juices, make a perfect combination.

While making this observation, I noticed how much my brother was keen when cooking. To be honest, I dont often eat my brothers food because I wasnt sure that he cleans everything so carefully. I know that for many people it is a waste of time cutting ingredients in a special way, therefore, I was impressed to see my brother trying to cut the potatoes in the same sizes and why he does it. When he set the time for cooking, I assumed it was too much, but, when I tasted the food, I realized the time and effort he placed, was worth. Lastly, I have to acknowledge that my brother has become an awesome cook.