My name is jessica. I grew up on a farm and therefore was required to pitch in and learn to do thins at a very early age, that includes learning to cook. My mother taught us about cooking and got us into baking when we were very young, often entering us in food contests at the county fair (which we often won!) I didn't cook for a long time while in college but now that I am a wife and mother my interest in cooking and exploring new recipes has sparked once again!
My favorite things to cook
I love to bake! My husband's friend always says that our house smells like pie! I love finding new recipes and tweeking them to fit my families tastes. I also enjoy exploring desserts from different countries. I also like cooking breakfast, it has always kind of been my thing as it is my favorite meal.
My favorite family cooking traditions
My mother is an amazing cook. She mostly cooked the standard southern dishes as we were growing. I think casseroles and cheesecake when I think about my mom's cooking and that is definately something she passes on to me. Canning was also a big deal to us. Growing our own produce and canning it for the winter. I actually canned pickles in high school that were grand champion winners at the county fair, but that was the first and last time I canned. My mother still does it every summer.
My cooking triumphs
As small as this seems, my ultimate triumph is bacon. In case you didn't know bacon liquifies if way over cooked. As simple as frying bacon seems, I could never get it just right. I finally conquered bacon the other day but I am not getting too excited because who knows what tomorrows bacon might bring.
My cooking tragedies
I make this really cheesy delicious chicken casserole that both my son and husband love. I had it in the oven one day when my husband came home needing me to go to a car dealership to finalize a sale. Well I decided to turn the oven off and let my supper finish cooking as the oven cooled (yes I had done this before and yes it turns out fine). As we sat in the dealers office it suddenly occured to me that perhaps I turned off the timer and not the oven. Sure enough when we got home my wonderful chicken casserole was burnt to a black crisp.