I grew up on a farm, where there were always plenty of mouths to feed. My mom always did a prenty good job of making sure there was lots of food about. Bread, the slower the rise, the better. My parents are maple syrup producers, so pancakes, or french toast were always popular items. Perfecting my bread making technique. Well, it's still not perfected, but it's a lot closer. Figuring out what to cook for my girlfriend. She is lactose intolerant, won't eat pork, and can't digest beef. I grew up on a dairy farm, so everything was beef and cheese. I'm being forced to cook nearly vegan meals, and it's hard when you love meat.