Cooking is hobby #1 to me. I love, love, love to cook!
Garden season is coming...what'cha planting???
I've got a peeve. It's those who "paid" for a cooking education....and claim to know it all. It's a basic skill that anyone can master with practice....we eat everyday so opportunity awaits! You don't need a degree or commercial kitchen to put out healthy, great tasting, better than a restaurant, home cooked meals!
My favorite things to cook
I like to cook EVERYTHING!! I especially enjoy seafood or meats with rich sauces. I like most cultural food, especially italian and mexican . I most love traditional American cuisine, home baked goods and grilling.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Sunday night dinners are often kids pick. My kids take turns looking on the computer or through cook books/magazines and pick out the entire meal. They check for ingredients and go completely hands on since they are the chef in charge. I help only as needed for their ages. I treasure this time with them, and I know they need this skill. They are more willing to try new foods they made. Update: Kids' can run the kitchen now!
My cooking triumphs
I have no fear of trying to prepare anything. Bring it on baby! Thank you Grandma Dorothy for your cooking instincts. My family says I look and act like you did, I cook just like you did and my apple pie is identical-neither of us ever used a recipe for it. I wish we could have cooked together!
My cooking tragedies
When I began cooking I did not know baking soda and powder were 2 different ingredients. I don't recall which I used for the other, but I remember the taste! Blech. Around age 9 or 10 I wanted chocolate milk. I taught myself the lesson that cocoa powder is not sweetened. LOL! I laughed even harder when my niece babysat my kids a few years ago and made the same mistake. It was sooo funny to hear my kids describe exactly what I had tasted at a young age also!
Shortly after getting married, I had an oven fire. I was broiling lobster. I basted them with butter, put them back under the broiler, and when I turned back around they were flaming. Lesson learned.