I'm an out of work funeral director. I'm married and am currently owned by a spoiled-rotten 1 year old German Shorthair Pointer named Ollie. He loves it when I cook because most of it ends up on the floor and that's when he makes his move. I love to cook, but don't pretend to be any good at it. The good news is that both of my beasts will eat just about anything I prepare. I just got a brand new set of Emeril Lagasse stainless steel cookware, and I'm still at the stage of "it's too pretty to cook with," but I'm in therapy for that now. I like to prepare stir fry, and aspire to one day be able to make an egg roll that doesn't fall to pieces before or after it's cooked. I also love to experiment with chili recipes. My goal before I die is to be able to make the perfect pizza at home, also. I see myself dying before I get there, though. My favorite tradition is to just get through the process without burning the house down. Creamed pheasant! Even I was shocked. My meatloaf is is quite scrumptious, also. My first attempt at baking as a child. I made a chocolate marble loaf cake from scratch and mis-read the recipe. It called for ONE 1 ounce square of unsweetened chocolate; I thought it read eleven, so I dumped in a whole 12-ounce box. The bottom was like concrete and my mother had to take the pan to a landfill and pay a fee to have it buried there.