Not much to tell. I had a Great Grandmother Iris (my Father's Grandma) who cooked, I called it depression cooking because that woman could take one skinny little chicken and make 5 meals out of it to feed a family of 15. She was a saint, and taught me quite a bit. My Mother is a phenomenal cook, and also taught me alot when I was small. But my cooking and baking ablilities really have to go to my Gram (my Mother's Mother). Not that she was a very good cook, but she taught me that you can do anything you set your mind to. She was right. I love to bake bread..and I love to bake cakes...I also love to make those old recipes from when I was a child. Like the veggie soup Great Grandma made, or the melt in your mouth London broil my Gram made. Those things remind me of when I was a child and are very comforting. I don't think we really have anything like that, but it seems we may be in the process of developing a few, now that my sister is geographically closer. Baking bread from scratch, learning herbs and spices well enough to come up with my own creations. The point is Baking is a Science...cooking is an art. The entire time I was married to my first husband...that poor man, we are lucky we didn't die of starvation. I knew very basic things, and was VERY young...but I eventually got over it, and from time to time, he gets to sample where his rather painful sacrifice got me.