I found the love of my life at middle age. We are still newlyweds, married less than a year (April 2006). Although hubby is a great cook himself, our binding tie in the kitchen is my love of cooking and his hearty apetite! I'm forever on a quest to make "the" perfect pizzaria pizza. I don't necessarily have any other favorites. I just plain love to cook. Oh my, this is probably going to sound so gross to most of you. LOL In my husband's family while he was raising his girls, their favorite traditional breakfast was a scramble, sauteed onions, mushrooms, sliced (canned) potatoes, covered with eggs and topped with grated cheddar cheese. We still make this for the kids when they come home. In my own family, I can not show up at Christmas without the obligatory "Baked Rigatoni". It's a simple dish, shells or rotini with Italian sausage, homemade marinara, smothered with grated parmesan and mozarella cheeses. This and my frosted brownies are a family tradition I began for my brothers many years ago. FINALLY mastering bread baking. Good grief. LOL The first meal I made for my husband when we were dating was chicken and biscuits, at his request. I supplied the bird, but he said he had the rest of the ingredients at his house. What we didn't take into consideration was the expiration date on the flour. I made what I believed would be lovely fluffy biscuits only to find "hockey pucks" when I pulled them out of the oven. When they had cooled (and we had chosen toast points in place of the biscuits) we tossed them over the porch railing and into the creek for the fish. Those hockey pucks stayed there, holding their shape even, for about three days. I was so embarrassed.