This old farm girl now must live in a small town - first time in my life I live on a street, and in a house with a number instead of looking like I reside in one of those green mail boxes on the corner or at the end of the driveway. Love doing and admiring stained glass, and hope to have enough time in my retirement to finish that room of various unfinished projects that have accumulated over the years. Love cooking, baking, grilling and, of course, eating. Have joined the local Y to try and offset my indulgences. Anything on the BBQ. My Italian background slightly dominates my cooking. Desserts are my specialty, especially anything with chocolate. I have a cartoon on my fridge depicting a dog being scolded just after having devoured a sampler box of chocolates, and the caption reads "Chocolate - the OTHER dark meat". Seems I have adopted this philosophy. Am trying to cook healthier and love fresh fruits and veggies. I don't buy fast foods or quick prefrozen food items. My husband won't eat any fruit unless it's part of a pie or cheesecake - I didn't train him that way. Am a chronic recipe collector - books, clip-outs, family favourites - I will never live long enough to try them all. Getting together to enjoy a meal cooked by everyone either pot-luck or gathered in the kitchen for an impromptu meal or on the deck for a BBQ. If I know someone's coming over, I take so much time to plan that perfect meal I don't enjoy myself as much as if it had been simply friends dropping in for "this is what we're having, folks". Not enough to mention. Too many to mention. I could confess to flipping a dozen butter tarts off the oven shelf upside down on the carpeted kitchen floor, or the many dishes with omitted items or variations which were disastrous.