Maiden name McCartney,the red is from Great Gpa. He came to Colorado from Scotland in his kilts. Love quilting and my family. My sons bring the "red" out in me by calling a quilt a blanket. Fiance and I live in a HUD home that we are remodeling slowly into our idea of what wonderful will someday be. Ah heck, it's wonderful for us to have our own house & not sleep in our vehicle. We had both experienced that B-4 we met each other. SO NEVER SAW that one coming. Sleeping my truck at 39? We agreed we wanted a house B-4 marriage. B careful what you wish for. So we moved in w/ no bathroom, no heat,no gas, we cooked our dinners in an electric wok on the kitchen "counter" that was a door horizontal with a sink installed in it. We had 5 roomates and no shower,garden hose led from the only hot water hookup through the living room to the side walkway,we showered behind the gate. No roomates these days.Thank goodness. Now, we shower inside & talk to friends who made their old house happen. Life!! Yeast bread. My Mom told me often that bread is one of the best things in life. I tried to make it starting at 9 years old. No idea what a "stiff dough" meant or how to treat yeast. Steadfast, my Mom would eat that just baked slice of a brick and tell me it was good. Then my Dad got into the mix. Thank goodness for his analytical skills. Shortly after that he taught me the why's and wherehows of yeast baking. Love it. Worked at a few bakeries and still the most fun is bread at home. One is Scotch shortbread from my Granny & Great Aunt Elsie. My Poppy tells me that the original recipe said to "start with a wee bit o stinkin butter". Can make a mean pot of green chili, but the prob is that I taught one of my sons and my guy how to make it. They took over! Now when I make it the two of them are in the background telling me how to do it! AAaargh!!! You guys! Do you remember who taught you this recipe? (My ex MIL taught me.) I HATED cooking & loved baking. Baking is more precise. Finally realized I'm a good cook (10 yrs. out}. Had to feed the kids. Then one night I went to bed, heard an explosion downstairs. The hard boiled eggs burst & decorated the kitchen ceiling. I was tired! Ooops.