Member Since:
Nov. 2006
Cooking Level:
Intermediate
Cooking Interests:
Baking, Frying, Stir Frying, Slow Cooking, Mexican, Indian, Middle Eastern, Mediterranean, Healthy, Vegetarian, Dessert, Quick & Easy, Gourmet
Hobbies:
Gardening, Hiking/Camping, Walking, Photography, Reading Books, Music
I am an adventurous cook with a determination to try everything there is to try. I have been a vegetarian for a few months now, and my husband decided to one up me and went vegan. At first I thought it would be difficult to find things for us to eat, but now I absolutely love the lifestyle. We are forced to cook, as there are little to no options for vegans at any restaurants, fast food or sit-down. It's wonderful to have delicious home cooked meals every single day, as long as my husband does the dishes.
My favorite things to cook
INDIAN!!!!! I am obsessed with all things indian. I love the liberal use of spice and the exotic flavors. Doesn't get any better than that.
My favorite family cooking traditions
My family always cooked very bland, all-american food. Beef and pork left to cook in a pressure cooker all day long and potatoes. That about sums it up. The one thing I took from my family is the sacred biscuits and sausage gravy recipe, though now that I'm vegetarian I don't have much use for it. It served me well over the years, but I believe my arteries thank me.
My cooking triumphs
Once again, indian. Since becoming vegetarian it's pretty much all I eat. Versitile dishes that are often already vegetarian. I love to add the spices used in indian cooking to everything. You name the dish, I have a spice for it.
My cooking tragedies
Okra. I made a moroccan tagine once and for some reason the okra completely turned to slime halfway through cooking. It looked as if the ghostbusters thought my dish was a poltergeist and smothered it in ectoplasm. Yuck. Haven't cooked okra since, doubt I ever will.
In my pre-cooking days I made snickerdoodles and used baking powder instead of baking soda. I couldn't figure out why the cookies were only soft when warm. As soon as they cooled they turned into steel. My dear mother pointed out the mistake rather quickly when served a plate of hockey pucks.