I have been cooking most of my life because of my mom's love for being in the kitchen. Now I am all grown up with a daughter of my own. I don't shop nearly as much as my mom, but I have continued the tradition of cooking and baking with my daughter. I lost my mom a little more than a year ago, so cooking and baking are not only therapeutic, they make me feel closer to my mother. It is a tradition I hope to pass down for generations to come. Everything!!!!! I love to cook and bake, and do both a minimum of 4 times a week. I only wish I had a bigger family to cook for. I find myself cooking when I am bored or when I just want to relax. I am truly at peace when I am in the kitchen. I come from a large family(1 of 9)and nothing brings me more pleasure than a family potluck gathering where everyone brings their favorite recipe! Pretty simply, whenever someone enjoys a meal I prepare. I was baking a quiche for my bf, and was getting ready to put it in the oven. I put the quiche on a baking sheet to protect from spill over and was headed to the oven just when my bf called my name. Forgetting I had the pan in my hand I spun around, the quiche slides and the entire pie plate crashed to the floor. It left me with a huge mess and no back up for dinner. Needless to say I was not happy!