I'm a wife and mother of two wonderful boys. I cook everyday for the always hungry men in my life. I work as a nurse and cook when I get home from work, so I'm always looking for something quick and easy to prepare or delicious slow-cooker recipes.
My favorite things to cook
I've adopted a vegan diet mainly because of my love of animals and dismay over factory farming. My husband and sons are still omnivores, but certainly have more healthful foods in their diet because of the things I make. I love to cook anything, but I actually prefer just making everyday meals something special. I do bake on occasion, but it's not my favorite thing to do.
My favorite family cooking traditions
My dad has always been a great cook and loves to make breakfast for anyone anytime. My mom is a wonderful cook as well. She's known as the "apple pie queen" and people always want to know when she's baking. Growing up she worked full time and often times she'd leave me instructions on how to finish or make supper. I guess that's how I got started. My youngest son seems to be following in his grandpap's footsteps--he loves to help out in the kitchen and he's even making some things all on his own (he's 16). His big brother (age 19) is a different story, and is only able to really conquer frozen pizza. I hope I can convert him so that he'll make a great husband one day. I'm still working on it!
My cooking triumphs
I'm happy to say that I've really broadened my horizons since veganism. Now, I look at meals at lot differently. But sometimes, I still have to remind myself that a meal doesn't have to be "meat", potatoes, and a veggie. I've also become more fond of some ethnic cuisines I might not have been so likely to try before, such as Thai, Indian, Lebanese, etc.
My cooking tragedies
Holy smokes (no pun intended), there have been many over the years! The one that comes to mind involves a stove that seemed really neat- it had a griddle or grill plate that could be swapped for the two burners on one side. The problem was, when you used the grill, there was no place for the grease to go except underneath. Once while grilling pork chops, the grease caught fire. I threw flour on it--to no avail. I knew I needed baking soda, but only box was in the our one and only bathroom (love to brush my teeth with it)--and where was my husband? Of course, on the toilet! I had to run upstairs and pound on the door while jumping up and down to get the baking soda. I finally convinced him to open the door and fortunately was able to put out the fire before burning down the apartment. The pork chops weren't so lucky. Two lessons learned: always have baking soda on hand in case of grease fire, and don't grill inside.