Other than an occasional foray into cookies or a date night dinner - generally pasta, which I can make in my sleep - I've basically lived on stress and energy bars since graduating college. Despite that, I seem to have registered for, and received, every cooking appliance known to man as gifts following my recent marriage. Since I work from home, I've spent the past four months learning to use them and suddenly find myself contemplating making pretzels from scratch.
My favorite things to cook
Right now I'm getting a kick out of meat, since I was a vegitarian for more than 10 years. Meat's good - really, really, really good.
I also like to try to sneak green things into my husband - this morning he ate "breakfast bread" that was actually a zuchinni loaf.
My favorite family cooking traditions
I'm descended from a long line of Italian-American women who can't cook, excepting my great-grandmother who was pretty much the Sunday gravy making stereotype.
Honestly, my mom uses Ragu. The closest we come to family cooking traditions is a preference for eating out.
My cooking triumphs
I'm stunned every night when a new thing turns out. My first Thanksgiving turkey was a fuzzy moment. The day I realized making my tomato sauce was stunningly easy was a big one. I think the thing I'm proudest of though is the aphrodisiac-themed Valentine's Day dinner I made for my husband - starting with pears in honey stuffed with goat cheese and pine nuts, lamb in a fig balsamic vinegar sauce, Moroccan cous cous, asparagus and Creme Catalina mixed with chocolate mousse for dessert.
My cooking tragedies
As a teenager, I once made banana bread with powdered sugar instead of flour. It was really more of a banana brittle. Even in my family, that stood out.