I was never welcome in the kitchen while growing up, until I was old enough to bake some cookies or a "TV dinner" by myself. Therefore, I knew next to nothing about cooking until I was in my late twenties. Over time, I discovered a love and modest facility for all things culinary! Yeast breads, hearty breakfasts, campfire cuisine! My mom's spaghetti and Scottish shortbread recipes and my grandmother's no-bake chocolate oatmeal cookies. I have many of their old cookbooks--some dating back to the 1920's. I love "heritage" type cooking. My parents are deceased, but my sister and I ALWAYS get our families together for Christmas Eve! Getting the hang of yeast breads; convincing my husband that I really did NEED a nutmeg grater. Oh, yeah, and a beautiful lemon meringue pie on my first attempt! My worst kitchen memory is of, several years ago, staying up late to bake 7 dozen cookies for a cookie exchange. An inexperienced dope, I tried a new recipe--which was AWFUL! So I had to substitute 7 dozen of another recipe, which was also untried, but I was desperate. They weren't awful, but nothing to rave about. I think I got to bed about 3 AM. Up again at 6. Never again.