I am 37 years old. My first attempt at cooking was when I was 14 years old. I prepared spaghetti with tomato sauce. It was a great success and a pleasant surprise for my working mother. Now that I live in a cottage and have my own vegetables and poultry, cooking is not just a hobby. It is a way to express my creativity. Anything new that sounds tasty and is not extravagant rises my curiosity. I also love to make alterations to common recipes. My family's moto is "There are no favorite dishes. There are dishes just not well cooked". I think of my cooking as little everyday marvels. It isn't anything extraordinary or extremely gorgeous. However I boast for transforming my junk-food lover husband to a vegetable eater. I can't forget my, by mistake, twice-salted risotto that I have cooked at my first date with my future husband. However this accident prepared him for my "experimental" cooking.