I grew up in a family who was never really big on cooking. My grandma loved to cook, and my dad had his specialty dishes (I've never found a sugar cookie that matched his!),but my mom just wanted to get it over with. She didn't want a mess in the kitchen either, so I really didn't start cooking until I got married! I've always been creative and enjoy all types of crafts, including painting, counted cross stitch. I am currently learning how to do art quilts and work with fabrics. Thankfully, I had the sense to marry a man who loves to cook! ;-) We moved to the midwest a few yrs ago from Texas. I surely miss the foods from there that we all love. I don't get to spend much time in the kitchen as I'd like any more though. I also really miss our old gas stove!
My favorite things to cook
I love to make cookies and muffins. There's something about portable, personal food that I love.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Each New Year's Eve, we do a potluck/buffet, even when it is only us. We don't have a formal meal - it is all munchies and crock pot food. When I was growing up, my favorite tradition was Christmas Eve dinner at my Grandma Welsh's house. Every year was the same - we had oyster stew and homemade rolls. I was never a big fan of the stew, but loved the smells coming out of the kitchen, and how the house always felt warm and welcoming.
My cooking triumphs
Cookies have to be the biggest triumph for me. While I can make plenty of dishes, I really only enjoy making cookies and muffins. I am working on enjoying making pies! The ones I've done are great - I just don't really enjoy making them as much. Thanks to an accident a couple yrs ago, I can no longer stand for long times, so my cooking/baking time in the kitchen has pared down to almost non-existent now. I find that I miss it a great deal.
My cooking tragedies
My first big bomb was our first family Thanksgiving at our house when we were newlyweds.We had a full house. For some reason,I put the sweet potatoes covered with marshmallows too close to the broiler and they caught on fire! We had flames licking from the stove. Instead of getting Hubby, I pulled my brother-in-law into the kitchen to help put it out! Ha! Everything else was fine, but we still laugh about the flaming taters.