I like cooking, but LOVE it the most when I can cook for others and they enjoy every bite. I learned to cook from both my grandmother and mother; they cooked most everything from scratch and I hardly remember eating fast-food as a kid, unless it was a "treat". As a child, I loved to sit in the kitchen and either watch them cook, or help. When I moved in with my boyfriend (now husband) he was amazed to meet a woman who actually cooks real food, not frozen.. : P
I enjoy finding new recipes, and testing them out on my hubby. When I make a dish that is particularly enjoyable, I like taking some to my Mom; gotta let her know she taught me well : )
My favorite things to cook
EVERYTHING! I love cooking my own personal favorites, but I also like trying new dishes and recipes. I especially like trying my hand at ethnic dishes and gourmet foods. My all time favorites are recipes that my grandmother taught my Mom, and then me.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Every Christmas my Mom, siblings and I would make mince-meat tarts, which are a British baked good/pastry. My Mom is British and taught us how to make some of her favorite dishes from home.
Also, every Easter my grandmother would make Potato Latkes for us. They are delicious potato cakes that are a Yiddish/Polish dish, and were a favorite of my Grandfather who was Jewish. I particularly enjoyed these two traditions the most because not only are they delicious dishes, but my grandmother and mother were teaching me something about my herritage in sharing them. I have family all over Europe and am of Irish & British decent, so I love being able to cook dishes specific to my enthicity.
My cooking triumphs
Banana Bread from scratch. I am a great cook (according to my family, friends and neighbors), but I have always failed miserably at baking. I recently attempted homemade Banana Bread, and it was great.
My cooking tragedies
This is a tradgedy that involves infliction of self-injury, and NOT a burnt dinner.
Last summer, I was attempting to use a pressure cooker for the first time. Due to either bad luck, or a failure to pay attention, I had not gotten the handles latched properly. When I went to move the pot from the burner to cool, it exploded...ALL OVER the kitchen, dinning room, dog and me. I was covered in the gravy and potatoes that were still hot, VERY HOT, which led to lovely 2nd degree burns on my legs, and feet. My husbands father had to call 911, the paramedics payed us a visit, and the dog spent a very enjoyable two hours cleaning herself, and licking the kitchen cabinets and floor. We still find gravy splatter marks in the kitchen, and I will not be using a pressure cooker ever again.