When I was a freshman at the University of Georgia, a friend of mine took me to the Art Institute of Atlanta to preview their Culinary Program. I fell in love, but my parents insisted that I finish my degree at UGA. Well, I did, and though I don't have the funds to attend Culinary School right now, I'm sure making up for it with all of the gadgets in my kitchen! I don't really have a favorite thing to cook... really, anything that I'm cooking that makes my loved ones smile is good enough for me! I grew up watching my grandmother cook, and every recipe that I've inherited from her (either by her writing it down, or by sheer memory), I feel proud. Her signature was a chicken noodle soup with nutmeg meatballs... the ultimate panacea for cold season! I think my biggest triumph was when I successfully took what would've been a baking tragedy and managed to serve it up and still make everyone happy! I was using a new recipe for pecan pie to make at the holidays for a friend of mine. I didn't realize that the mixture made more than I was used to, and instead of the eggs setting properly, it turned into a custard-y mess and became known as "The Pecan Pie That Ate the Oven!" But, never to let that deter me, I scooped it into bowls, served it with homemade bourbon-cinnamon whipped cream, and called it a trifle. :)