I've been married to the same guy for 39 years. I have a married son and daughter who have given us two granddaughters each, ages 1-13. My husband and I are both retired which gives us extra time for both grandkids and cooking. He loves cooking as much as I do and so as often as not, I have a partner in the kitchen.
My favorite things to cook
Everything! Love trying new recipes but still cook lots of the old tried and true favorites.Even though we live in the midwest, our parents are all from the south and so we both grew up loving good southern cooking. We have always eaten fried chicken, biscuits and gravy and beans and cornbread. Making the foods we loved so much as children makes new memories now as we share it with our grandchildren.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Our family all gets together every Sunday for dinner. During fall and winter there are board games and football games on tv. In spring and summer we sometimes picnic, or play games outdoors. Lots of trips to the park - sometimes on those days we stop for footlongs and root beer. Other times we make our own. Food always tastes better when shared with your family.
My cooking triumphs
My dad liked to cook after he retired. He actually was really good at it. Especially with the southern dishes like fried corn and biscuits. To this day, I'd rather have his, but after eating mine (I thought I was copying his)he would have me make them when we were together. So there we were, me wanting to make them like him, and he trying to learn to make them like me. Neither of us using a recipe. That's when I knew for sure that when you cook with love, it makes all the difference.
My cooking tragedies
The first time after getting married that we had friends over for dinner, I made bbq ribs in the oven. That's a pretty big undertaking for a first timer when company is coming. Luckily, they were newly married also, and she was a beginner cook too. I left some plastic on the ribs when cooking. The plastic ended up with bbq sauce covering it. Needless to say they did not smell like Mom's. Not missing a beat, my friend turned the attention to the baked potatoes. She said they were her favorite and asked for "my" recipe so she could try making them. She made it seem that they were an anaccomplishment to be proud of. That sealed a bond of friendship between us. Happily, with practice and remembering to remove all plastic before cooking, we both became pretty good cooks.