My grandmother was a professional baker and I seemed to inherit that gene. I get the most joy out of baking, but I also really love to experiment in the kitchen to find easy, flavorful, and healthy meals forevery day. My parents are New Orleans natives and I grew up on gumbo, crawfish, red beans and rice, po'boys, and etouffee, so I, of course, enjoy cooking and sharing those dishes friends now that I live 400+ miles away. After I moved to GA 5 years ago, I started a tradition of making a King Cake every year for Mardi Gras. Hopefully, it'll be something I can pass on to my children. I baked my first cake (Red Velvet) from scratch when I was 14 and to this day, I have yet to top it. Well, I was brought up in a kitchen, so I've always felt comfortable there. That doesn't mean that I there hasn't been a few mishaps along the way though. The most recent was last New Year's when I was making a breakfast casserole that I had never made before. It was very early in the morning and I was a little foggy-headed to say the least. The recipe seemed a little odd to me, but I read it again and decided to trust the cookbook. However, I didn't realize that the pages were stuck together, so I ended up combining two different recipes. It was really bad. Easily the worst thing I've ever made.