Alfredo Pasta

*Experience*



During my first year in the U.S., one of the things that learned was to be responsible. As the days passed by, I had to learn how to live on my own and rely just on me to have food to eat, clean clothing, and a clean apartment. I still remember the day I decided to make the easiest meal that my mom used to prepared. Alfredo Pasta seemed the perfect recipe to impress one of my American friends. Every ingredient was on the table and the ladles right next to them. My new pans were ready to get heated and bring the smell of homemade Alfredo Sauce to my small apartment. What my new pans did not know was that they were going to have to prepared the same meal over and over again. “Too salty. This is not the way my mom makes it”, I said while throwing in the garbage my first intent. “Again? This one tastes terrible! I am not going to cry.”, I said while discarding my second try. By the third intent, I was ready to give up, return to Peru, and never make pasta again in my life. Luckily, it turned out good enough to not poison my friend and to get an “it is not so bad” from him. So I stayed, kept going forward in my cooking, but never made Alfredo Pasta again.