Since moving out of my parents home two years ago I found that I was required to cook for myself. This lead me to discover that cooking is both wonderfully challenging and highly entertaining at the same time. Cooking and baking has become one of my favorite hobbies - a tasty one at that. I fear my family is not one that is filled with tradition. My parents notion of cooking comes out of a freezer box and thus I had come to believe that my families cooking traditions had been lost but once my love of cooking became a larger part of my life I went in search of the family traditions from my grandparents. As a good old scottish family I since learned to make hagis. I successfully on my own made yeast bread. Complete with rising and punching down and rising again. Using the make shift recipie my grandmother received from her mother which had no actual measurments on it I made bread. It was a wonderful feeling. In my attempt to create chocolate covered spoons for my inlaws as a Christmas present I burned the chocolate. The smell of burnt chocolate would not leave my kitchen for days. Though I must admit that it was a way of showing my husband that chocolate can be burnt - he didn't believe me.