Back in 2000 I entered an Orthodox Christian monastery. At the time I was homeless, jobless, and broke. I wasn't religiously inclined, but I'd had a spiritual experience and I was compelled to explore, so I tried it. I spent almost three years there, and it was quite a learning experience, some good, some not so good. It was a generally peaceful place, which I needed. After about three months, I decided that if I was to expect a decent meal, I'd have to learn to cook it myself, which meant volunteering for kitchen duty. One week on, one week off, and the hours were horrible, but eventually I came to love it. I was a 50 year old male, had no real cooking experience, but they had a nice library of cookbooks, and I love to read and follow instructions. My Dad, bless his soul, used to hand me instructions so they would be done correctly. What I learned from that period about cooking has been invaluable to me, gaining me entrance into other beneficial situations and being the largest cost-saving event I've ever experienced.
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