Holiday traditions where each member of the family makes a dish they love. Somehow the meal seems perfect and in order no matter how different the dishes are. I made a german chocolate cake from scratch right when I was first learning to bake on my own. The layers were close to perfect and the frosting was scrumptious. Even the people who ate it said it was a good cake. Well, the first time I made macaroni and cheese I forgot about draining the water from the noodles. My parents and brothers ate some anyway to be polite even while I was in tears over the "soup".