I have always loved to cook, but until a few years ago I wasn't any good at it. Something finally clicked and it turns out cooking is what I am meant to do. I have come a long way from watery eggs and cookies harder than rocks! I LOVE making desserts. I hardley ever eat sweet things, but you get such a sense of accomplisment with desserts. Wether elaborate or simple they always seem to have such heart behind their construction. My grandmother was spanish and my grandfather was from the south, so we had this wonderful mix of spanish soul food. Sopapillas and frijoles, or chicken with all the fixin's, it was all very much comfort food, and comfort us it did. One of my favorite dishes to make is Baja Fish Tacos. Sounds odd, but it has always been a hit, so much so that last Christmas we put away tradition and served this instead of turkey, to the delight of most attending. As mentioned above, one of my earliest cooking attempts was scrambled eggs. I put enough milk to drown them and needless to say my parents weren't pleased with the waste, especially since I tried to serve them in bed and I dumped the whole scrambled egg "soup" all over the floor.