It all started when I was 2 and my grandmother went through a bottle of ketchup, mustard, and mayo every week because I was making "recipes". Now I enjoy making all sorts of things, and have on a number of occasions been told that I should open my own resturant. Most anything. I'll cook things that I don't like to eat for others (and they usually turn out good). I love to use spices because I grew up with bland food (mom was allergic to a lot) Christmas dinner. We usually have it at our house. And the Christmas cookies we make each year to give away as gifts. Christmas dinner, 2005: Made stuffed filet mignon, and everyone was stuffed afterwards. October 2005: Made 40 cloves of garlic chicken for 12 people. Never really made it for that many before but it turned out wonerful. Once, a long time ago, I wanted to recreate chicken franchse at home. Since it's usually a lemon-butter-white wine sauce, I tried that. I ended up curdling the sause, and ate plain ole chicken for dinner that night.