I grew up around some of the greatest cooks. My Grand mother's, my mom and Aunts. My mother is American and my father is Lebanese. My family is a very diverse group. My Granny grew up in Kentucky and she was the queen of southern county cooking. My Sittoe (Grandmother) was Lebanese and Turkish. OH MY at the food that woman cooked. I have Cyprian/Greek, Lebanese, Trinidadian, Irish and American uncles, so we have a vast collection of food dishes. All my family says that I got my Sittos cooking talent because I'm the only one that can cook the Lebanese food as good as she did. I rule my kitchen with an iron skillet. LOL
My favorite things to cook
I love to cook just about anything. I like challenges, so I'm always up for a good recipe challenge. I especially like to cook recipes my grandmothers had. I joke with my husband about going on cooking benders. Some times its desserts, or breads or main dishes. I love to create my own marinades and experiment with different ideas.
My favorite family cooking traditions
My Sitto would come to this country and stay for a month or 2 and she cooked every day. I would pull up a chair and watch her. NEVER touch what she was cooking!!! I learned from watching her. My Granny was always making something yummy in her kitchen. When I would stay over at her house she would make me and my Papal homemade biscuits and gravy for breakfast. She always let me help, so I learned a lot from her. My mom and her sister are just about as good as their mom. So I grew up with amazing food from all over the world. When my aunts come to visit we all get together and cook for days. Its an eclectic collection of food and its all to die for.
My cooking triumphs
Making the Kibby Bi Lebban that my Sittoe made. It was my favorite dish she made, and after she died no one knew the recipe. One day my Aunt was going through recipes my late uncle had and she found the Kibby Bi Lebban my Sitto had written down for my him. She gave it to me and I made it that day. My Sitto would have been proud. It was pretty darn close to hers.
My cooking tragedies
Oh goodness where do I begin. There have been quite a few. Thank goodness my husband has an iron stomach and a kind soul. Oh and some times its really helpful that he's a firefighter too. Just one or two of those disasters, thankfully.