I began my cooking journey as a child, but seriously started cooking about five years ago. I love food and, until recently, have always worked in restaurants. Along the way, I have picked up some wonderful tips and recipes that I'm always anxious to try out. I love nothing more than having a small group of friends or family over for dinner and a bottle of wine. There's something about the process of cooking a meal for people that you love that is so wonderful to me. I'm always on the lookout for a new recipe or creative idea to try. I'm picky, so I always have to modify recipes to my specifications. I love cooking Indian cuisine and baking. Recently, I have discovered the slow cooker (I had no idea it wasn't just for "old lady" casseroles!) and have fallen in love with making soups and stews. I've been actively pursuing a Kolacky recipe to rival the one my great grandmother used to make every year for the Holidays. I'm still searching! My most disastrous tragedy to date involved one of my favorite recipes: Carrot Cake (of course, being the picky princess that I am, I make mine without raisins. I am slowly coming around to liking walnuts!). I somehow lost the grater attachment for my food processor and didn't want to grate the carrots by hand. Lazy! I ran the carrots through the food processor with the regular blade in, on coarse chop, and ended up with mostly baby food. Instead of giving up, I persisted and ended up with the most gelatinous, six-hours-in-the-oven monstrosity ever seen. Inedible. Very sad.