My favorite thing to do is create new recipes or play around with existing ones. Sometimes I have come up with an interesting dish that people ask me "Do you have the recipe for this?" and many times I can't remember because it was done on the fly with what I had on hand.
My favorite things to cook
are dinners and desserts. I like to try new configurations. Many of my dishes are never the same twice because of this. My husband and I don't eat many desserts but when I make one, it is often one from when I was growing up although I may put a twist on that, too.
My favorite family cooking traditions
are usually centered around having dinner together every night (although once in awhile this is unachievable due to schedules but we accomplish it the majority of the time) and holidays. I have grown an extended family wherever I have been just around a corned beef dinner for St. Patrick's Day and Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and New Year's Eve are very special times with family and friends shared around food and conversation.
Another tradition has developed for me around Girls Night when a few of my friends and I bring new dishes to share. We have also begun to experiment with drinks although wine seems to be the beverage of choice most times. Even that has become fun as more and more wines feature colorful labeling and catchy names.
My cooking triumphs
are usually when I take whatever I have on hand or leftovers and make them into something delectable. I even surprise myself sometimes. As I have gotten older, I find I am cooking better and better. Dishes that were so-so in years past are spectacular now (this is according to my family and friends although I do say so myself from time to time). I am finding myself enjoying the process more now, too. Aging...it's a fine thing.
My cooking tragedies
occured more when I was faster and younger, always trying to rush with, through, and around cooking. I burned thin, asparagus into pencils, boiled water out of quite a few pans, served many a gravies with clumps, and had to microwave meats that were not cooked well in order to get a meal on the table before the family started a riot.