I am married and have two sons ages 12 & 15. I own a small catering business that allows me to keep busy yet allow time to raise my boys. My mother was the worst cook & I vowed I'd never make my family eat meals like I was raised on. I've not had any professional training, just many hours of trial & error. I'm a firm believer that if you want something bad enough, you can accomplish it. I've done just that. I love to bake. It's such a high to pull a masterpiece out of the oven and present a meal to my clients that receives not only praise but often times hugs. We don't really have any traditions because my entire family consists of just the four of us. Myself & 3 guys, they're not much into traditions. My sons & I prepared a Prime Rib dinner for 175 people. My sons never cease to amaze me. It was a lot of work for just the three of us, but we accomplished it and received loads of praise on the meal. I've given up on meringue. Just can't get it. Many years ago, I was determined to make my boyfriend his favorite pie. Lemon Meringue. I must have had at least 20 of them sitting around my apartment. Not a single one turned out, now I'm intimidated and can't seem to overcome it.