I watched and helped my mother cook for years as I grew up. The tradition was for me to help her cook by prepping the pans, making the slurry and watching and learning by observing. Now that I am an adult I long for those times. Those dishes such as roast beef, steamed cabbage, sweet potato pie have become comfort food for me. I love to bake. I have more experience with cookies and cakes. I want to learn more about pies. We love spicy spaghetti. My cooking triumphs are making any dish that my husband, the ultimate picky-eater, will eat. He can't eat onions and does not like a whole list of things. He likes Chicken Piccata, Chicken Marsala, and Chicken with Garlic, Basil and Parsley. I know there have been some. However, I cannot remember them. I guess I just like to remember the good times and forget the bad.