Debbie jumped up and ran to the kitchen. The girl was 14 years old then. Many people like to eat; I don’t like to cook. Some people like to cook; He likes to enjoy his cooking while others taste it. Of these, Debbie is the second type. Flavor is in the spices and flavorings added to the food, not in the recipe. Food is in the hands of the one who relishes it. This fact was understood by the girl at an early age.
Just that day, Debbie had read a recipe for a new recipe in a weekly magazine. However, she had already mentally rehearsed how to change the ingredients and what other food items could be added without beating it like Eadichan coffee. She did accordingly. She brought the new recipe that she had made for baking, baking and baking on two plates for her mother and her friend. After eating a mouthful, Amma’s friend was mesmerized by the taste. He immediately got up and without thinking about anything, hugged Debbie and kissed her on the cheek.
“Wow… amazing eyes… I have never eaten such a delicious thing. Do you want to be good… I say, if you write… you will become a great person.”
Amma’s eyes filled with tears after hearing this greeting. That wish also worked.