I'm 29 years old. I have 3 girls and a husband that just turned vegetarian. Both my husband's parents and my parents are terrible cooks..So my world revolved around ramen, wheat bologne sandwiches and no sugar added kool-aid (my brother has diabetes),microwave wienies(eww), mysterious goulash and fast food growing up. So needless to say, I started off as a terrible cook.. just last year everything has started to click with food for me and I'm starting to have a passion for it. One of my goals in life is to be a good cook.. I'm trying to break the cycle of terrible cooks and hopefully my girls will be wonderful chefs =) I love to cook anything that is fried but at the same time I am semi health conscious(if that makes sense) so I try to make foods that makes a balanced meal and is VERY budget friendly. I love to bake and try and make healthier versions of snacks and food. I also love to make Tacos and brownies!! My grandma grew up very poor in Mexico.. Her mom died when she was a baby and her dad worked the fields in America. She never went to school but cooked and made tortillas in exchange for food at the age of 5.. She only knows how to make a few items but they are SO delicious.. So whenever she visited me or there was a celebration my Grandma always made homemade tortillas,a fresh pot of beans and spanish rice. Also, she made breakfast everyday she stayed with me which consisted of chilaquiles, papas(fried potatoes) and scrambled eggs with fried wienies.. oh also her tortillas. That was (and still is) my favorite meal of the day! Thank you Grandma! My brother and I were left home alone alot and we would have to make whatever was around the house(which wasn't much). So one sunny day my brother and I was craving some chilaquiles. I've seen my Grandma make it so many times that I said I can make it. He bet me I couldn't make it.. guess what.. I made it AND it tasted delicious (to my surprise)!! So from that day forward if me or him wanted a gourmet meal or a break from ramen.. I would break out the Chilaquiles recipe.. I've had so many but my very first tragedy was when I was 9 years old and my mom told me to make spaghetti because she was to tired to cook. I made the pasta cooked the meat and all that was left was a jar of spaghetti sauce. I asked my mom what to do with the sauce.. she said dump the sauce in with the meat and fill the jar with some water and dump it in also.. I did what she said and filled up the whole jar with water and dumped it in.. The spaghetti turned out like soup and was ruined.. Come to find out I was only suppose to add a tablespoon of water not a whole jar of water!! My family was so mad at me cause we still had to eat it.. I haven't made that mistake again.. I ruined spaghetti and that was the day I stopped liking spaghetti..