Since junior high, my sister and I were in charge of cooking dinner every night. Now I am in my twenties, and cooking is my favorite hobby. I could eat asian food every day of the week, but I also make a lot of Italian food, mexican-inspired food, and plenty of wild game. I write out a menu every two weeks, and it's only by request that I'll repeat a dish. I love trying new dishes. I love coming up with new and interesting ways to cook wild game. At any given time I've got venison, elk, and pheasant waiting for me in the deep freeze. It's great to see someone who "hates" venison take seconds. Years ago, I had a hamburger stroganoff actually gel into a disgusting blob. It looked like wheat bread dough, and felt like jello. The experience ended in tears (I cannot stand to waste food). It's one of the two dishes in my life that I've actually had to throw out. I haven't brought myself to try it again. Also, I've come to realize that I wasn't designed to make desserts.