I am a wife and mother of two children, one teen and one tween. My husband is my high school sweetheart, we have been married for 17 years. I love to cook. I enjoy trying new things, both taste wise and cooking wise. I would have to say that I enjoy baking the most, probably because I have a massive sweet tooth. My paternal grandmother was a fantastic cook, she could take the toughest cut of meat and transform it into a melt in your mouth treat. She was also a wonderful baker, every year I would make pies with her for Thanksgiving. My mother is also a great cook, my family and I enjoy many of the recipes that she has passed down through the years. I am now the annual hostess of Thanksgiving dinner, a tradition that my mother has passed down to me. What I thought was a cooking tragedy turned out to be a triumph. This past Thanksgiving, as my husband was helping me put the 20 pound turkey into the oven, I commented to him that it looked upside down, he assured me that it wasn't. So, in the oven it went. Hours later when it was time to carve the turkey, we discovered that yes indeed, it had been cooked upside down. It was the best tasting, juiciest turkey we have ever eaten! I now intentionally cook chicken and turkey upside down. I can't think of any right now, my mind must have blocked them out...too painful.