I am married and have 2 boys. My oldest is 22 and no longer lives at home, but he drops in at least once a week for a home cooked meal. My youngest is 12 and loves cooking and baking. Sometimes we pick out new recipes and he cooks one dish and I cook the other. My husband loves my cooking as long as I remember all the foods he doesn't like: zucchini, tofu, eggplant, most melons except watermelon, spinach. I work full-time so I'm always looking for recipes that are quick and easy, or things I can do in a slow-cooker.
My favorite things to cook
I like simple one-pot cooking recipes, but I also like putting a meal together with 3 or 4 different dishes. Those are things I make on weekends. My hubby isn't too wild about vegetables so I always try to find things that I can "sneak" veggies in. He'd be happy to never hear the question, "Are you going to eat a salad tonight?"
My cooking triumphs
Lately, I've been on a roll. It's taken a while, but I've gotten to be a pretty good judge of whether we'll like something or not based on the ingredients list. And I've gotten much more fluent in how to substitute ingredients without compromising the dish. With social networking sites like FB, I take care in how I plate dishes so I can photograph them and share them with friends. I love when people ask why they weren't invited over for dinner.
My cooking tragedies
Two come to mind immediately. The first one was a turkey meatloaf. I got the recipe online (NOT Allrecipes), and it called for a tremendous amount of fresh rosemary. I read the recipe over and over again to be sure. It was horrible. Even while it was cooking, I was sure we wouldn't be able to eat it. It smelled like I was making potpourri in the house. Both of my sons had a few bites (they're so polite), but we mostly made a meal out of the side dishes. The other "tragedy" was my attempt at "fried ravioli." It looked good and sounded good, but I substituted a meat stuff ravioli for cheese, and it just didn't work out so well. And I must mention my husband's cooking tragedy: a wild duck dish that was so foul (no pun intended)that I was only able to choke down one bite and when I went for a second, I gagged.