19 years old I like making anything right. I'm a klutz and just as long as something tastes decent, I love it. My dad makes arroz con chocolate (a cinnamony chocolate rice pudding served hot)every Saturday morning before we go to church and my mom makes lasagna on my birthdays. Basically, anytime something isn't burned and I don't forget to add something or miscount 3 cups (and put in four instead), I am pretty happy. I don't know how many times I've burned water, forgot the microwave was on, left pans in the oven while trying to preheat it to make cookies, forgot a pan was hot and have it melt through the plastic tile kitchen floor (worried look)...