Im 29 years young. And boy did it take me a while to learn how not to cook raw pork, is that even possible? HAHAHA, yes it is when your young and your learning for the first time. Now I am a mother of 3 and a wife of a great handsome husband that loves to make and create his own rubs and BBQ sauces or glazes and I, well I love to just cook and learn and be creative all at the same time. So in this Im still learning and of course trying things I can't even pronounce, but hey food is a delicacy and it will take time to perfect. Fried Chicken, My favorite Hennessy Cake, I will never tell. Except my sister in law has it. It is her Birthday favorite every year since I have made it. Yes I found the recipe here I just decided what whiskey will go into it. I can never leave out the Bloom-Flower tradition either. My Aunties Fruit Salad and my Grandma's Italian Pasta Salad. It brings a smile to my face when I see other people smile at such delicous food and endear the taste that melt in your mouth when people eat my food. Every Easter it was when I had a great big family sitdown and ate all the homemade Belgian Waffles made from pure aged sourdough starter and Strawberries out of my Grandmas garden. I would pic and trim the strawberries and learn the bread making and the butter churning of real cow milk. The smell of all of it just makes me miss a little bit of that good ol country style family hangin and tellin stories time. They would always consist of how we have been in between. All the grand children around one table and the Aunts and Uncles at another table. It was just like our Christmas's too. Always big and sooooo much great homemade food in front of us to enjoy and we would all just take in a little at a time. Never wanted to be too full too fast, but always satified. My first home Brisket for Christmas Dinner. 2 of them and they were different flavors. My first batch of fried chicken, boy that has taken me a while to perfect. Now every one could never have too much chicken around here. My first Chocolate Kaluha Cake, No box all from scratch and it turned out to be wonderful. Breakfast every weekend I make for my family and I had perfected my first batch of Sour dough pancakes and I have and will cherish my starter. I know I will have many more over the years and I have so many more to tell, But, they are my secrets. Mine to hold close to me. When I kept cooking my potatoes and they were never done. My rice too. Always seemed to have a problem with those two things. But now I've learned and I have patients. The worst was when I was 12 and I wanted to be creative all the time and I made these muffins that were a peice of art, yes they were. They were pink and they were rocks. I could throw them and they never even broke. Not even into peices. I laugh now and of course I wanted to make my family some muffins and I was excited to know how good they smelt, but you could never eat them. EVER!