When I was younger, I had to watch my brothers (I'm the eldest) while both of my parents worked. I was 12 at the time and pretty much had to run the house. Cleaning, laundry, making sure homework was done, and cooking was part of this detail.
My mom cut back on the snacks she bought at the supermarket because I was stubborn in learning how to cook. If I wanted to eat, though, I had to learn. So, I started with the baking of brownies, cookies, cakes, and moved on from there. Eventually, I broke down and started to watch my mother and my grandmother cook for various holidays and events.
My "A Ha!" moment came when my boyfriend at the time (now husband) asked me if I could make him cajun catfish as he hadn't had it in a long time. Braving the frying pan, I bought the necessary items and began my (at the time) culinary masterpiece. When he gave me a huge smile of approval, I knew I had graduated from apprentice to Adept.