I'm a dancer. I love dance so much! Equally, perhaps more, I love food -alas, I never had, and never will make the prima ballerina cut. So what. I get to cook and eat with and for the people I love, and experience all of the intriguing and beautiful things this world has to offer, while engaging all of my senses. And I get to be a voluptuous belly dancer. Eat your heart out ballerina. I really love to throw chunks of meat and roughly chopped veggies on the grill, especially in the bountiful months of summer -especially if I have a garden going. Then, also, a big platter of cheeses and raw vegies, and hearty crackers or bread. Barbecue and wine in the garden with the birds chirping, and the kitties and pups begging while that fat sizzles on the grill. In the winter, making cookies with mom. I tend to be inventive, yet keep it very simple. I only came here to conquer the baking world, and I have been getting better! Any time I have been able to please and comfort someone with food is a triumph. I have ruined some sauces that were seducing me until I attempted to thicken them with an egg. I've burned cookies. I don't bother with deep frying anything. Thats what greasy diners are for.