Growing up my father was the cook and my mother the baker. These were their individual specialties and they would only expand their creativity within their respective limits. I wanted to know and make it all! I began cooking during summer vacation when I was 11 years old; faithfully following the recipes from my mother's 1970s cookbooks. Then I began to buy my own cookbooks from school book fairs. Now, needless to say, my family gets to enjoy a wide array of culturally diverse meals from around the world due to my unending desire to experiment and experience.
My favorite things to cook
I love casseroles! I've whipped up some delicious stuff and there isn't even a name for it.
My favorite family cooking traditions
During the holidays we make fresh hot chocolate from scratch (no cocoa powder), and in the evenings we will sit near the fireplace with a big bowl of mixed nuts and our nut crackers and tell silly stories or sing christmas songs.
My cooking triumphs
Baking cookies, cakes, or pies that are low in fat and sugar, and no one can tell the difference.
My cooking tragedies
Now that I have a gluten and soy intolerance I have to "re-learn" how to cook. This is especially trying in the baking department. It is truly a science trying to find the right blend/combination of flours to give the same light, flaky, moist texture that we are all familiar with. This is definitely a mountain that I will conquer. It is constantly getting better everyday.