I'm a Pacific-Northwesterner firmly rooted in humid South Florida with three little guinea pigs. Well, really they're 3 amazing, fun children who will try any of my cooking attempts at least once. I really enjoy bread making, particularly since most of my attempts have been miserable failings. With each fresh attempt, these failures give me something to look forward to in that perfect loaf of bread - - - - - Update...I cheated (how it pains me to admit this!) and bought a bread machine. This virtually eliminates the miserable failing probability, but still there is great reward in that wonderful smell - even if all you did was toss a few ingredients in a large metal canister and punch a few buttons, right? Growing up, the holiday fruit salad was always my duty - a tradition that was passed on to my daughter. Recently though I found a recipe here for ambrosia that we've tried and enjoyed so the tradition has been updated some, thanks to AllRecipes! Not long ago, my daughter asked me if she could have my recipe box when she moves out of the house (she's only 12!). I consider that a major triumph. If my children have memories of warm happy tummies I'm a satisfied woman. As a young teenager, I decided to try my hand at frying chicken. With efficient manner and complete confidence, I floured the chicken, heated the oil and began to fry away. I cooked two large legs to a beautiful golden crisp. When I sat down to one of those legs though, I found it was completely raw inside. This was my first..and last..attempt at fried chicken. Maybe one day I'll locate that false bravado and try again...