I'm a wife and mother of two wonderful boys. I cook everyday for the always hungry men in my life. I work as a nurse and cook when I get home from work, so I'm always looking for something quick and easy to prepare or delicious slow-cooker recipes. I love to cook anything, really, although I actually prefer just making everyday meals something special. I do bake on occasion, but it's not my favorite thing to do. My dad has always been a great cook and loves to make breakfast for anyone anytime. My mom is a wonderful cook as well. She's known as the "apple pie queen" and people always want to know when she's baking. Growing up she worked full time and often times she'd leave me instructions on how to finish or make supper. I guess that's how I got started. My youngest son seems to be following in his grandpap's footsteps--he loves to help out in the kitchen and he's even making some things all on his own (he's 12). His big brother (age 15) is a different story, and sadly seems to be following in his father's footsteps...a man who is absolutely useless in the kitchen. I hope I can convert him so that he'll make a great husband one day. I'm still working on it! I am amazingly able to create dinners from what appears to be nothing in the cupboard. I really hate to go for groceries so I'll stretch the time between trips out as far as possible. So, there have been a million "Jennie's something-from-nothing" recipes that have been created over the years Holy smokes (no pun intended), there have been many over the years. The first thing that comes to mind was early in my marriage, we had bought a stove that seemed really neat- it had a griddle or grill plate that could be swapped for the two burners on one side. The problem was, when you used the grill, there was no place for the grease to go except underneath. Once while grilling pork chops, the grease caught fire. I threw flour on it--to no avail. I knew I needed baking soda, but there wasn't any in the kitchen. There was a box in the bathroom but we only had one bathroom at the time --and where was my husband? I had to run upstairs and pound on the door while jumping up and down to get the baking soda. My husband was finally convinced to open the door. Luckily, I was able to put out the fire before burning down the apartment. The pork chops weren't so lucky. Two lessons learned: always have baking soda on hand in case of grease fire, and don't grill inside.