I recently got married to my two-year-old's father. My dad did the cooking when I was growing up and I never really took an interest to it until I moved to VA from TX, but I hated cooking just for myself. As soon as my now-husband moved in, I started cooking more but wasn't that great at it until I realized I just needed a bit of confidence. Now that my son is a bit older and can eat what I cook, I love to make dinner most nights for us. Chicken, mexican food, pasta, just started getting into baking My family shows their love through food and I think I'm the same way. I love to make nice meals for my family and get really upset if I mess something up. I can't say I've gotten there yet; I feel like I'm still a beginner. I still get nervous about cooking for people other than my husband and son, so I think that once I'm able to do it, I can count it as a triumph! A couple of years ago I was trying to make chicken soup and fell asleep while the water was boiling. The fire alarm didn't go off, and it's a miracle I woke up because the water was gone and the pot was a charred, smoky mess!