I am a divorced father of 2 beautiful, brilliant young ladies. I am not a 'part-time' dad. My oldest I raised without her mother and the youngest I have had joint custody of and do all I can to be in her life. On April 19, 2000 I was involved in a horrific accident in my work truck that left me disabled, but alive. I have always loved to cook and started when I was about eight. I had some wonderful teachers in my mom, dad, grandmothers, and my paternal great grandmother. While many have recipe's that they will not give; I offer mine freely. I think someone asking for the recipe of what I have made them is the greatest compliment one can get.
My favorite things to cook
I love to cook in every way I know and look for new way all the time. I have a huge folder of recipes that I have collected over the years and many of them I have never been fortunate to be able to make. If I have to pick one form of cooking I like best it would be baking.
My favorite family cooking traditions
There are a few but the two that have become huge favorites are my fathers 'Cow Poke Breakfast' and my 'Pretzel Chicken'. The first being one that my girls and their friends still ask/beg for often.
My cooking triumphs
Quiche Lorraine (on my first try), My Chili that won second place in a Chili cook off, and my homemade salsa and spinach dip that people I didn't know were asking me to make for them.
My cooking tragedies
Quiche Lorraine (the 2nd time I made it) I was about 15 and didn't think to make sure we had all the ingredients. With everything ready to be put together; I realized that I didn't have the pie crust made. To make a long story short; I didn't have enough flour for a crust and in my panic I made a graham cracker crust. My parents came home happy dinner ready and remembering how good it was before. I didn't say anything about the crust and we all sat down to eat. At first no one said anything. Then my dad must have taken a bite of the crust and the look on his face said it all! It was horrible! Yet, as I was taught 'You cooked it, you eat it'. We all picked at it; eating the top layer and trying to avoid the crust. Finally my mom announced that this was crazy and mistakes happen.
We had eggs, bacon, and toast for dinner that night and I learned a valuable lesson to check for everything before starting a recipe.