I'm a grandmother of a charming little boy, but don't we all think our grands are charming, even when they aren't. We have 2 dogs and 4 cats. Except for one, they are all adopted strays. I enjoy cooking but I don't "absolutely" love it. Baking is what I enjoy best. I am a transplant from Texas, where I grew up. However, I've been in Alabama for 39 years so I guess I have 'dual citizenship.' You can take the gal out of Texas but you can't take the Texas out of the gal. Love the south though. Spaghetti, chocolate cake (from scratch of course) meat stuffing, hamburgers and french fries, and pulled pork barbeque. Lemon meringue pie (again, my mother's recipe). At Thanksgiving and Christmas, if we have turkey, I made a meat stuffing from a recipe handed down in the family. It is absolutely mouth watering, and if I don't make it, my grown children sulk. The spaghetti recipe I have, also handed down. It's made with pepperoni and it's quite spicy, but once you start eating it, you can't stop. The first time I made spaghetti and the meat stuffing from the recipes handed down to me, that tasted like my mothers. It took years, and lots of tweaking and taste testing, but now I would be proud to serve either of these to my mom and dad. The first time I was successful at making a lemon meringue pie, like my mom's. A pumpkin pie I made when my hubby and I were stationed in Virginia (he was still in the Army then). The pumpkin filling was perfect. I measured the ingredients exactly and I even made the pie crust from scratch. When I picked up the bowl to pour the filling into the pie shell, the bowl slipped from my hand, landed in the pie shell, sent pumpkin filling all over including the ceiling. What a mess. I was more upset about the pie than the mess. The mark of true cook.