I'm an in-between-er. Just (a couple of years ago) finished college and working on figuring out which dream to follow. I love great food and strong drinks and try my best to enjoy as much of them as I can while staying within my means. I'm also into (as in possessed by) art, sewing, reading, camping, swimming, trashy reality TV shows, the ocean(although I live too far from it now) and, well, just lazing about. Oh did I forget to mention? Cheese is my chocolate! Enchiladas, hands down. They are deceptively easy to make from scratch and you gotta love their spicy, cheesy goodness. Barbeque, steak & martini Christmas and of course pumpkin pie. The first meal I cooked for my boyfriend: broiled tilapia and twice baked potatoes. Not only did he go back for seconds, but I was amazed that I didn't burn the house down (see below) or poison him. I realized that maybe, just maybe, I really could become a good cook, which I have been working on ever since. When I was sixteen I left a pot of gravy on the stove to warm, went out to the garage for a chat with my dad and completely forgot about it. When I finally went back inside I couldn't see ten feet in front of me. We had to call the fire department to fan out my step-mother's house. Needless to say, this made me wary of any kitchen activities for quite a while.