My Greek stepmother loves to cook and taught me mostly everything I know. Her passion for food was passed onto me, although I'm not an expert, I seem to get many compliments on my meals. When I come home from work, my "winding down time" is to cook. I try to eat healthy by eating lean protein and vegetables for dinner. So I make chicken breasts, pork and fish quite a bit, always trying to "spice it up." Being a mid-westerner, my family just loves casseroles of any kind. I love to make them because they're easy and are great leftovers. The smell always reminds me of grandma. I had an old friend over for dinner and was contemplating what to make. The dinner turned out fabulous; pork chops with a wine/mustard sauce, fresh green beans, and a couscous dish with fresh herbs, golden raisins and pine nuts. My mouth still waters thinking about it. I'm not into baking much. Most of my tragedies are bottom-burnt cookies or muffins. The only pie I can make is pumpkin and I usually burn the crust.