My name is Ashley Gibson and I live in Northwest Georgia with my husband of two years, Colt. I'm 22 years old and working on a bachelors in early childhood education (Yes, I'm a teacher!). When I'm not busy with school or planning lessons, I'm at home with hubby experimenting with different meals in the kitchen. I believe that one of the basic keys to a good marriage is figuring out what both of you like and can enjoy year after year together, and this includes food!
My favorite things to cook
I love making my father's chili, a baked ziti, and homemade pancakes!
My favorite family cooking traditions
My mother and father met while working at a small town pizza restaurant. My dad was the cook and my mother, a pretty bad waitress. A family tradition we have always done is homemade pizzas. It can get expensive, yes, with all the fresh ingredients, but definitely worth it! After I graduated high school I began making this same homemade pizza every year for Superbowl Sunday. Now, after being with my hubby for 6 years (married for two of those), he looks forward to Superbowl Sunday not only because of the game, but because he gets his favorite pizza--- one with -everything- piled on it.
My cooking triumphs
Last year, for Thanksgiving, I decided that I wouldn't make a basic dessert to bring to dinner.. Instead I decided I would actually bake a pie! And I did! After carefully researching MANY different recipes and watching various online tutorials, I made a homemade pie crust and created a -wonderful- baked applie pie that my mother is still talking about in February
My cooking tragedies
I've been cooking since I was about 8 years old (Nanny always encouraged me to pull a chair up to the stove and jump right in) but there have been many tragedies.. Ones that stick out in my mind are these..
-the first time I tried to make homemade gravy.. it turned into some kind of greasy bread?
-ANY time I try to toast bread or rolls inthe oven (burn em 90% of the time)
-Once I made homemade chili with rice. I love it, but Colt just looked at it like I had lost my mind ("Rice? With chili? Those don't go together) It's the only thing I have ever cooked that Colt didn't eat.