I live in Calgary, AB with my partner Aaron, our son Joshua. We jointly own a home with my father and we share it with our goldie Angel, and cats Bear and Honda. I have been cooking and baking since I was 9 yrs old and like to experiment with dishes. Anything to do with pasta or chicken. My father and partner are avid hunters so now I get to figure out recipes to do with venison. My mom is a great cook although she says she isn't. She make the best darn chicken and gravy that I have ever tasted and can not duplicate. She also has a knack of making the best pie pastry that again I can't duplicate. This is a doosie. I was about 16ish and my mom asked me to boil the leftover turkey carcass from thanksgiving for soup. At the time, we had a glass top stove. Well, my SIL came over and we got to chatting outside and the next thing I knew, the smoke alarm was going off, my poor dog whining at the storm door. Needless to say, I opened the door to a cloud of smoke. The pot had boiled dry (I was positive I turned it down before going outside) and was melting on cooktop. As a result the cooktop even broke. Well, we were able to turn off the stove, get the pot of and threw it outside. I opened up all the windows and prepared myself to call my mom at work. She took is surprisingly well, she was more worried about me not the house and thankfully, no fire had started. In the end, my mom got a newly decorated kitchen out of it as the house reeked of acidric smoke and our house insurance covered a majority of the damage. To this day, if I attempt to make turkey soup, I never, ever lea