I'm from the rural midwest, and really don't like to cook. But it's a necessary evil if I want to eat anything but sandwiches, canned soup, eating out, or the handful of country recipes I know. So I keep trying new recipes.
I'm not a good cook, but I can follow a recipe, and sometimes even tinker with the ingredients. People think I love to cook (hahaha), and that I really know what I'm doing.
My favorite things to cook
I love bold flavors and especially anything Indian or Middle Eastern. Learning how to cook some of these things is the only way I can get them because I live in H E double toothpicks.
My favorite family cooking traditions
I grew up in a farm family and my mother didn't cook much either. We ate out a lot (single professional mother who was too tired to cook, plus she's a terrible cook) and ate TV dinners.
I learned to bake cookies and pies from my grandmother, and my former mother-in-law took pity on me and taught me the basics of country cooking: gravy, milk gravy, fried chicken and gravy. I make very good gravy. I can also make meatloaf and pot roast by heart. Anything beyond that requires a recipe.
My cooking triumphs
Too many to list, because of all the wonderful recipes here. I wish we would have had the internet when I was first married. We might have had something other than boxed scalloped potatoes and Hamburger Helper every night.
My cooking tragedies
My biggest sorrow is that despite my continuing efforts, cooking is still very complicated for me.
I'm a whiz at math, can pick up a foreign language easily and am very creative. Yet cooking remains a struggle and I suppose will never come naturally to me.
If a recipe says it will take two hours from start to finish, it will generally take me five hours. I don't know why.