I am 31 years old (will be 32 in Feb. of 2011). I have been cooking since I was 6 years old, and have gotten very good at it. I used to have to cook dinner for my mother because she was out working all night. I would make dinner & eat some, do my homework, leave her portion of dinner waiting in the oven, and put myself to bed. She would get home at about 3 or 4 am and eat. Ever since then, I have made it my mission to perfect my cooking skills. I make a 6 cheese, double meat lasagne. I also love to make homemade tacos because I fry my own shells. I also am an expert with baking. I have my own business selling my baked goods across the US, so you will never see one of those recipes here, unfortunately. (They are my trade secrets!) When a girl in my family turns six, she grabs a step stool and a spoon and learns how to cook, so that the tired women of the family can start sitting down to hot meals for the first time since THEY were six. No good chef ever sits down to a hot meal, as since they are serving others, they are the last to eat. My greatest achievement so far has been perfecting my thanksgiving turkey cooking, including my turkey glaze. I have it down to an exact science, and make the best turkey ON THE PLANET. Seriously. No one else's even comes CLOSE to mine. My second thanksgiving turkey. He was accidentally overcooked due to a broken "pop up timer" that malfunctioned. We kept cooking him because the timer did not pop. I finally realized once we were an hour past when he should have been done that he was done and the timer was a dud. By then, my awesome turkey tasted like my mother in law's turkey- dry, dry and DRY! I was so mad, and ashamed- and hungry. Couldn't eat THAT....I don't eat dry turkey. If I wanted dry meat, I'd eat jerky.