Member Since:
Jan. 2007
Cooking Level:
Intermediate
Cooking Interests:
Baking, Grilling & BBQ, Frying, Slow Cooking, Asian, Southern, Mediterranean, Low Carb, Kids, Quick & Easy
Hobbies:
Gardening, Camping, Boating, Fishing, Hunting, Photography, Music
I'm married and have two girls. I live in southwest Florida. I enjoy being outdoors. In my spare time I like to hunt, fish, swim, sunbathe, atv ride, horse back ride, get together w/ family and friends.
My favorite things to cook
Chicken Alfredo
My favorite family cooking traditions
My grandmoms dressing at Thanksgiving. It is the best and very unique. My grandmom also makes the best pumpkin and pecan pies at Christmas and Thanksgiving. She always makes so many of them. They sure are the best.
My cooking triumphs
I'm great at frying pork chops to perfection. I've been told by quite a few people that they are the best they've ever had. I also make pretty darn good potato salad. My husbands favorite is my spaghetti. He doesn't like italian food to much and spaghetti is at the top of his do not eat list. Until he met me and tried mine. He now requests it often and raves about it being the best.
My cooking tragedies
The first time I ever cooked for my husband was when we were just dating. I told him I could make good biscuit sausage and gravy for breakfast. I left out that I used can biscuits. He was really craving that kinda breakfast and asked me to make it. He stated, I'm so glad you can make homemade biscuits, I hate that canned stuff. I guess he just assumed I could make them homemade. I just smiled and said I'd make them for him the next morning. I thought to myself, how hard could it be. I remembered seeing a biscuit recipe on the flour bag and the next morning I tried to pull it off. I made about three dozen biscuits that looked beautiful, but could have busted a window out if thrown at one. The last batch (the fourth dozen) wasn't as hard, so I presented those to him with tears. I was so embarassed, and exhausted. I had been cooking for hours. He felt so sorry for me he made himself a plate and actually attempted to eat it. He even told me it was good. I knew then I had to marry him.