I love to cook and feed people. At work I bake all of the birthday cakes and I often take in muffins or other treats. All of my co-workers think I am some fabulous cook ... thanks to allrecipes. I love to try new recipes all the time. I love to cook many of the Filipino dishes from my fathers side of the family. They are so delicious. Which reminds me, write those family recipes down ASAP. When I really became interested in cooking there were several dishes of my father's that he couldn't remember "exactly" how to make as he got older. So start those family cookbooks now. Lately I am changing my cooking habits and cutting fat, carbs, calories, etc, while still making the food taste great. Cooking is always fun for me, and an extra guest or two never seems to throw me off as someone always comes up with a spare friend or two. Most of all I treasure family holiday's when everyone pitches in and cooks their best recipes. We sometimes drink Mimosa's and always laugh a lot. We love to share wonderful memories and make new family traditions. My most memorable meal was taking my families entire Thanksgiving dinner to my son's friend's house. The boy's mother was buried that day and I silently sobbed throughout my prepartions. I thought to myself, I do have another turkey in the freezer and plenty of everything else. My family was watching football and after smelling all those wonderful aroma's all day long, they could hardly wait for dinner. Then when I announced "Dinner is ready, but we're taking it to Tommy's house" my husband's look told me it was the right thing to do but my very, young son was simply mortified. He said "Mom, we can't do that. They don't want to see anybody right now and what if this and what about that" I assured him it that not only was it the right thing to do, but also, the only thing to do. My loving family got their Thanksgiving dinner, even if it was several hours later. Needless to say, we all enjoyed our dinner so much more and of course there wasn't a single complaint about eating so late. As a young bride I was baking a ham and when I tried to score it and glaze it I just couldn't seem to cut through it. My husband had to show me the little metal piece on the end that was holding a second wrapping. I had neglected to cut it off. After eating spaghetti "mush" one night, he also told me to throw a piece of cooked spaghetti on the wall and if it slid down it was overcooked and if it stuck, it was just right. We were so young, ha ha. I immediatly learned my first cooking term ... al'dente.