I got my love of cooking, as well as my methods, from my Mamaw, a "lil of this and some of that" kind of cook, but always true to our Southern roots. I am 46 and was never fortunate enough to have kids, but I am blessed with wonderful family and at age 40 I was blessed to meet the love of my life. We were married a wonderful 13 months when he passed away. Since then, I became involved with an online grief support group. I met the best friends of my life and we ventured out to form our own group for widow support. This is a user driven set of groups that runs free and as sad as it can be when we must welcome a new member, it is my proudest achievement. We now have over 300 members and I have seen so much healing it makes my heart almost explode! If you have lost your love and would like support from those who "get it", or you feel you have wisdom to offer from your own experience, please feel free to check us out at: http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/WidowIsland/ Well let me just say, that when it counts I make it perfection, but on a daily basis, I like to remember one of my favorite newspaper cartoons about a grouchy old couple. The wife is standing, waving a spatula, and asks the husband "Which do you want for supper: speed, or accuracy?" Thanksgiving Dinner for 30 in our family means, unfortunately, many couldn't make the trip that year. We have it at my cousin's (we all bring our traditional dishes) and the pool table is covered and brimming with food, and the ping pong table is covered and set so we can all sit together even though one or two may be seated on a lawn chair. Gotta love family. MASTERING my Mamaw's Cornbread Dressing as well as my Tata's (also my grandmother) Boiled Custard (a thick, egg nog type treat)! The only kitchen tragedies that truly exist are the ones you ADMIT to; and I ain't admittin' NOTHIN'!