I'm around twenty years old, female, and I live in the back-end of beyond. I was just diagnosed with Lupus (and/or RA, they haven't quite figured that one out yet), so I'm living with my folks and playing hausfrau until I can get my health under control. When I'm not frantically searching for vegetarian recipes that will still appease my meat loving father, I'm taking care of my six cats (one of which is my wee little kitten, Atticus) and my 200 pound Great Dane, working on my first novel (urban fantasy, if you're curious),or knitting. My site name comes from my obsession with history (Military Historian is my chosen profession), and my favorite flower (which also happens to be part of my name, passed on from my Oma). I'm a bit of a lurker, but I hope to start uploading recipes soon!
My favorite things to cook
I like to cook food that I like to eat. I'll make ethnic Thai one day and Americana the next. Some of my best recipes are: Chili, Fried Rice, Mac'n'Cheese, Dahl, Curried Eggs (sounds weird but oh so good), Oshitashi, Quick Pickled Cucumbers, Egyptian Lentils and Rice, Caeser Salad, Double Roasted Asparagus....This is stuff I have in regular rotation, or that I absolutely love to eat. I have a book filled with around 100 pages of recipes, and I'm still adding to it- I try out new recipes all the time. I have to say though, nothing beats a perfectly hard-cooked egg, still warm and dusted with a little sea salt. Yum.
My favorite family cooking traditions
My mom started me (and my brother, when he got old enough) cooking when I was very young, because she believed, as do I, that everyone should at least know the basics of cooking, in order to be able to fend for themselves (and so that it doesn't become a lost art). Everyone in my family can cook (at least to some level), but we all cook for different reasons. I cook because I like feeding people, my brother cooks (or rather, bakes. I don't remember the last savory dish he made...) because he likes conquering the most difficult recipes he can find. I guess that the true family tradition would be that we cook because, in one way or another, food makes us happy.
My cooking triumphs
I always feel triumphant when something turns out well the first time I make it, especially if that something is difficult (the meringues I first made when I was eight, the lovely bechemal I just made for my mac'n'cheese...). I also feel pretty smug when I make something without a recipe, and everyone loves it. My chili and my fried rice are two recent examples- even my carnivore of a father gobbles them up.
My cooking tragedies
Haven't had too many of these, thankfully. Occasionally, something will come out not quite right (too much salt, too little, etc), but my only real tragedy was...biscuits. Angel biscuits, to be exact. They were awful- too floury, a little overbaked- and it broke my heart. I haven't attempted them since, but as my skills have improved a great deal since then, I'm thinking about trying again sometime in the near future.