I'm a working mom and don't have a lot of time for cooking during the week. Cooking is divided between my son and myself. Weeknight meals are handled by my son, who is a Culinary Arts major. We try to stay with dishes that can be prepared in under one hour on weeknights. Weekends are my time to shine, preparing dishes from scratch and some baking. As a divorced, working mother, I taught my son to cook so that he could prepare his own after school snacks, and get a start on dinner for me. Yes, the teacher (me) has now become the student. I never imagined it'd turn into a career for him, but I'm very proud of him.
My favorite things to cook
My buffalo wings, turkey chili, cheesecakes and carrot cakes are favorites in my household and also a big request at potlucks and get-togethers.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Monkey bread has become a Christmas and New Years' breakfast tradition. Thanksgiving is a traditional southern menu featuring my Sweet Potato Cheesecake for dessert. Christmas dinner is usually my homemade lasagne made with turkey meats and a Pumpkin Cheesecake or Red Velvet Cake for dessert.
My cooking triumphs
I love baking and creating different cheesecakes flavors. I have perfected a Carrot Cake recipe that gets much attention. Friends, church members and co-workers love them so much that I now bake them by request for holidays and celebrations. My turkey meat loaf is perfection!
My cooking tragedies
My biggest tragedy was Thanksgiving 28 years ago, I was having a dinner party. I prepared a 20-lb. turkey. My first turkey that big. I wanting to remove the turkey from the oven before our guests started arriving. Instead of waiting for my then husband to return from the store and let him take the bird out of the oven, I attempted to do it myself. We had a double-oven range. The turkey was in the top oven and a ham was in the lower oven. I tried to remove the turkey (which was stuffed) from the top oven. I lost my balance from the unexpected weight of the turkey. Some turkey juices splattered on me and on the floor. I slipped on the juices, and you guessed it! Me and the 20 lb.+ bird hit the floor! Needless to say, I was in physical and emotional pain for my dinner party. When the guests noticed my obvious discomfort and pain and asked, my husband just said "She slipped and fell in the kitchen". He didn't mention that I broke the turkey's fall!