I have fond memories of my grandmother pouring over recipe books at the kitchen table after the lunch dishes were done. She would search for fun, new recipes to try. I guess that's why I also enjoy reading recipe books so much. Makes me feel like I'm carrying on her tradition. I also love preparing the dishes she handed down. Whether I'm using one of her trusted recipes or exploring for new ones on my own, as she did, it helps me feel like she's still at my elbow, ready to lend a helping hand! :) We're still laughing about this one. My husband and I had been dating about 8 months when it came time for the first "birthday-dessert" I would fix for him. His favorite dessert is peach cobbler, so I decided to go the non-traditional route and prepare a cream-cheese peach pie. All went according to plan -- I put the pie together at home and brought it over to his apartment to bake. It came out of the oven all golden and gooey -- perfect. Unfortunately, it was getting to be time for us to leave for the other activities we had planned for the day, so I tried to put the candles in WAY too soon -- you can guess what happened -- we were picking the wax out of our teeth for a week! Still tasted good, though! :)