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The Success Of Correspondence Courses Begins With You
I will never forget the day I decided I wanted to "enhance" my cooking skills by taking an online culinary arts course in Indian cuisine. The thought of being "a master" in Indian cooking was exciting, to say the least. Never mind that I could barely boil an egg - I was going to learn Indian cuisine. I immediately signed up for the course, paid my fees and began my studies. The course began with a typical introduction to Indian culture, foods, spices, etc. It then proceeded to provide some excellent counsel on cooking in general, use of cooking utensils, safety measures and so on. I really tried to concentrate on these introductory lessons, especially since cooking is not my forte. But truth be told, I was really anxious to get right to the cooking. So after barely glancing over the text, I decided to try my first Indian meal - chicken curry with all the trimmings. I bought a package of pre-cut chicken, Indian spices and collected the remaining ingredients from my kitchen, such as onions, garlic, oil, salt, pepper and curd (aka, yogurt). I got out the wok and heated the oil. As the oil heated, I began to chop up onions and garlic. Tears (of joy) filled my eyes. Before long onions and garlic were sautéing in the wok, soon to be followed by a teaspoon of salt, dash of pepper, chicken curry, chicken masala, tumeric and a few other interesting Indian spices thrown in for good measure. Next, I added the chicken and mixed it well with the spices to capture their flavor. So far, so good . . . Just as I was about to lower the flame, my cell phone burst into song from my bedroom down the hall. I literally flew to get it before the caller hung up. I was expecting an important call from my boss, but it was only my daughter informing me she would be home late from work. We chatted for one minute, then two, then three. Soon I began to smell smoke. I flew back into the kitchen just in time to kill the flames swallowing up my wok. “Save the chicken!” screeched a voice from the back of my mind. Luckily, my reflexes kicked into gear quickly enough to pluck the chicken out of the scorching oil. The onions and garlic were hopelessly lost, but the chicken was saved (sort of). I opened every window in the house and composed myself, while breathing in the cool, fresh air. As my heart settled, the words "Puerto Rican chicken soup" crossed my mind. I smiled. I loved Puerto Rican chicken soup. With a little washing (and scraping and cutting), the chicken was good as new, ready to be transformed into yummy Puerto Rican chicken soup. The moral of the story? Article Directory: http://www.articledashboard.com Correspondence courses are only as good as the effort you put into them. My failure to learn something new did not dissuade me from trying again and this time, doing it right, because the success of any online course begins with you. |
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