I really enjoy sharing any food I make. It increases the satisfaction of making something really great when you share it with others. Plus, you get lots of compliments (which doesn't hurt). I've lived in Walla Walla for 12 years. My husband and I work together, so we see each other alot. We have one daughter. I'm blessed to have such a great family. All in all, life's good. I love to bake. I especially enjoy making desserts. Last summer I started making pizzas on our grill: pesto/tomato/parmesian, bbq chicken (which was, apparently, Elvis's favorite pizza). I even made a dessert pizza: sweetened/whipped cream cheese with blackberry sauce drizzled over the top. We are about to celebrate our 7th annual "Fake Thanksgiving". We invite about 20 friends from all over, most of whom we haven't seen for a long time. It's a different combination of people each year. The first or second Saturday in November, we have a Thanksgiving meal with all the trimmings. It's fun to cook for that many people and to see friends we haven't seen for ages. Also, we are always going to someone else's house for the actual Thanksgiving, so this gives us a chance to host one ourselves. The "Fake Thanksgiving" meals (see: "My favorite family cooking traditions"), namely the cheesecake. It has grown from a two-layer pumpkin cheesecake to a four-story pumpkin-caramel monstrosity. Making a last minute chocolate pudding cake with my mom for dinner (we had about 10 people over). I was measuring/mixing ingredients as she was putting them away. Well, she put the flour away before I used it, and, of course I didn't catch it. I went to pull it out of the oven when we were done eating. It sloshed all over the oven, my floor, my shoes and pants. My husband helped me clean it all up, quietly. We had an apple pie to serve, so nobody needed to know what had happened, until my mom decides to tell everybody all about it...she failed to mention HOW I forgot the flour. Live and learn, I guess.