I live in a small historic neighborhood in Indianapolis. I share my kitchen with her almost seven year old daughter (a budding chef) and her handsome husband (a good eater). When I'm not putting something in a pie crust or rendering the fat from some gorgeous locally raised meats, I am usually knitting, reading, volunteering, singing, gardening or doing all the afore mentioned tasks at once. I love cleaning, tea, filling out forms, and booze and have an intense intolerance for dumb. I love playing my own version of 'Chopped' in my kitchen. I give myself a handful of ingredients then get to it! My father is a great cook. I have fond memories of our Sunday dinners. I think it is safe to say I have perfected a homemade crust. I'm really proud of my culinary accomplishments over the last few years. Every now and again, there's a disaster in the kitchen. Once, while removing ramekins of creme brulee from their water bath, I dropped two of them and ended up with a dessert splatter on the ceiling. Our dinner guests were due to arrive almost immediately so I left the ceiling and just hoped they wouldn't notice. The fat in the creme brulee stained the ceiling and we had to repaint!!