I love anything that I can throw in the slow cooker, as I don't have to worry about making dinner when I get home from work. I also love to bake, especially cookies. My father's side of the family is Polish, and making pierogis and cabbage rolls is in my blood. Also anything with sauerkraut gets two thumbs up from me. My grandmother also make delicious cookies and pastries, and my love of baking comes from her. When I was in college, my roommates and I were having a guest over that one roommate was trying to woo. My best friend and I decided, using very limited kitchen supplies, to make a giant cookie cake for our guest. In our silliness, we somehow thought it a good idea to bake said cookie cake on a stone pizza round. Needless to say, the molten cookie goo spilled all over the oven and we ended up with just mounds of cookie goo that refused to harden. It was still delicious, though the oven smelled like brown sugar and chocolate chips every time we cooked anything from then on.