I was a tomboy growing up, so I never learned how to cook, or much of anything else that had to do with homemaking. I married young & had all 4 of my children by the time I was 22. My children & I learned to cook and take care of a house together. What a ride!
My favorite things to cook
My favorite things to cook are baked goods and Mexican food. My Mother gave me her favorite recipe for custard pie when I turned 30, and it hasn't failed me yet.
My favorite family cooking traditions
We had family reunions twice a year; one in the summer to celebrate my Mother's birthday, and one in December, to celebrate Christmas. My oldest sister Donna made out the list of what each family or person should bring to the potluck dinners. My sister was well aware of my cooking abilities, so after I married she always instructed 'my family' to bring a salad of some sort. She said that was because there was no way I could mess up a salad! My Mom took pity on me and gave me one of her 'secret' jello recipes. I sure miss my Mom....
My cooking triumphs
One year, after my children were all grown, I decided to serve a lasagna dish for our Christmas Eve dinner. As I was browning the hamburger I forgot what I was doing and added taco seasoning to the meat. That was the best lasagna I've ever made, and everyone raved about how good it was. Another mistake-turned-good was my no-fail fudge. I found a recipe for "no-fail-fudge" on the back of a condensed milk can. I needed to make some candy for our office party so I followed the recipe to the letter, except I used 'splenda' instead of real sugar. The fudge would not set up no matter what I did with it. I even tried putting it in the freezer, but as soon as it warmed up the fudge would become all gooey again. I finally took each square and rolled it in shredded coconut. My friends at work raved about my "coconut fudge rolls"!
My cooking tragedies
I married at the tender age of 18. My groom thought I was kidding when I told him I didn't know how to cook. My first attempt to cook breakfast for him was a disaster. When he asked for eggs "over-easy" I told him I didn't know what that meant, so he explained. He said to cook the eggs on one side then gently turn them over without breaking the yokes. I did exactly as he instructed... but he didn't say how long I should cook them on each side. When I served him his over-easy eggs (cooked 5 minutes on each side) he shook his head and stuck his fork in them and it stood straight up. He looked at me and said he wasn't eating this garbage then stood to walk away from the table. I was raised with 6 older brothers and I can be a little feisty, so my reply was to tell him if he wasn't going to eat it then he could wear it, and I picked the eggs up & threw them at the back of his head. Needless to say, after that he believed me when I said I didn't know how to do something!