I've lived in Indy all of my life. Started cooking at age 12 when my mom went back to work, but not out of necessity, I just loved to do it. I grew up watching Graham Kerr, and became a fairly good cook by age 14. I made out the shopping list for the week, mom dropped me off at the grocery with a BLANK check, and picked me up after she finished her errands. Many things that were used in his recipes, as well as in the Fine Chef's Cookbooks from Michelin series, were not available locally, so I learned to improvise. That is definitely my strong suit
My favorite things to cook
Comfort foods are my favorite to cook and share. Pot roast and gravy, cabbage rolls, swiss steak, salmon patties, and sausage gravy. Soups are a specialty of mine, from chili, to vegetable to chicken and dumplings. I also love anything Italian and Mexican. I collect cookbooks, and read anything I can get my hands on, especially books made locally by churches, sororities, clubs, etc. I love this site.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Every Christmas growing up, my grandma would make a small birthday cake for Jesus. She would use small tin cans to make a miniature multi-layered cake. She would decorate it simply but beautifully, with sprinkles, silver candies and of courase a candle. Grandma and Grandpa would be there before we got up on Christmas morning to see our faces when we ran to the tree, and then to the counter to see the CAKE!
When I began taking french class in junior high I began to serve Quiche Lorraine on Christmas mornings. Now each year we ususally all gather at my sisters for brunch. Bisquits and gravy as well as some kind of coffee cake, a breakfast casserole, and fruit salad are served.
My cooking triumphs
My favorite thing is to see everyone enjoy my creations. I've catered many small events for friends and family over the years. Helped most all of my friends plan and prepare for many parties, showers,and small weddings.
My cooking tragedies
My first scratch cake was terribly course and dry. Granted I was only 13 or 14 at the time. I served it proudly, only to be told by me dad that it wasn't moist enough. He took the cake to the sink, turned on the water, and sprayed the cake from the tap. I ran from the room histerically. He's been forgiven for many years, but I'll never let him forget it!