My first attempt to cook was for my buddies who helped my husband and I move out of our barracks rooms and into our first home which was on post housing. For their help, I made a home made meal, my first in over a year and for them as well. I came to realize at the moment we sat down on our bare floors and took our first bite that food and people go very well together. From that meal I decided I needed to learn to make the spaghetti sauce that my favorite Italian restaurants served and I would continue cooking for others because while the compliments for the good food are nice, and the food is its own reward, I love how the food really brings people together. Now I am on a new journey: to cook great tasting food that is healthy for those I prepare it for.
My cooking triumphs
I've had several and interestingly enough, most, though not all have had to do Italian. It started with my marinara and hasn't stopped. When I learned I could almost duplicate, though it is agreed upon that mine is even better, the pizza of my hometown, I tried more and more of my hometown favorites that I couldn't find anywhere else. When I mastered gnocci and was even able to add spinach to it and it was phenomenal, I became unstoppable. I have since expanded my cuisine preferences to Mexican, Greek and some basic American.
My cooking tragedies
My first batch of cookies that I ever made. I think they were chocolate chip or possibly peanut butter. All I know is I learned the difference that day between baking soda and baking powder. I think hockey pucks were softer. To this day, I double and even triple check the recipe and the container label from which I am measuring.