I'm a single mom of a terrific teenaged son, and I'm a total foodaholic. I love to think of foods that might taste good together, and then give it a whirl. I'll admit, I've had to eat one or two pretty scary mistakes, but for the most part, I do all right. Growing up in the Sixties, we (my Mom, sister, and I) lived with my Grandma, and it was from her I learned to love the kitchen. So many delicious meals were cooked up, served up, and eaten up in that little room, and some of my fondest memories are of her letting me help. Pretty much anything I CAN cook; I want to try everything! But I want someone else to clean up after me, lol. Something Grandma did about once a week was 'Breakfast for Dinner'. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, waffles, fried eggs, potato pancakes, omelettes... each of these made appearances at the supper table. A strawberry apple pie I made for an Easter gathering ....... I make a mean deviled egg; it doesn't matter how many I bring, they're the first dish to disappear at a party ....... Any time someone asks for one of my recipes ....... Any time one of my creations receives a "Mom, you gotta make that again!" from my teenaged son ....... I made baklava once, to impress a guy I worked with; it was delicious. One of the first dishes I made as a kid in the '60's was mashed potatoes. They were actually whipped potatoes, because Grandma had recently gotten a brand new hand mixer (ooooooh!). By the time I was done with those potatoes the consistency was somewhere between silicone caulk and cement. My sister made a snowman out of hers at the dinner table, and that danged thing taunted me from a curio shelf for the next fifteen years! ....... I made baklava once, to impress a guy I worked with; I guess the way to his heart wasn't through his stomach ....... And sometimes I burn things...