I'm an artsy type. I love to read, draw, write short stories and poetry, design clothing, cook, and listen to heavy metal (my favorite genre). As a career, I want to be a fashion designer, but if that fell through, I would go to culinary school. Since I'm only 19, I'm still learning. I like to create my own new recipes, often acting on a craving and seeing where it takes me. I love pastas, soups, stir-frys, chicken, and veggies. anything tangy, juicy, or spicy is right up my alley. I also enjoy riffing on old classics. My mom always makes a delicious pan of strata for Christmas breakfast, and I come from a long line of cooks who rarely measure; how much to add of something is often a matter of intuition or already-established taste. We go with what works for us. Speaking candidly, there have been many. My boyfriend just about fainted when I served him my chicken and mushroom alfredo sauce over pasta. And I remember watching with a grin as the bids went higher and higher for my cookies at a church dessert auction. My vichyssoise has been voted quite delicious by all who have partaken of it, and my spaghetti sauce, though it changes every time I make it, is always good. Okay, I think I've bragged enough. Well, there was this one recipe for Mexican corn soup that tasted like sour oatmeal, and one recent pan of lasagna (i know, how could i possibly mess up on that?) in which there was not nearly enough sauce, and it was quite dry. Uck. And also a pan of pan dulce (sweet bread) that, for some reason, didn't turn out so dulce.