B.C. or Before College, I learned to cook. My mother never wanted any kids that didn't know how to at the very least, do survival cooking as she called it, but it grew into much more as I wanted to get better and better. Then I went off to college where dorm food was basically whatever they served and cooking wasn't really an option on campus, so after four years of that, I was ready to cook something that didn't involve the words "fried," "ramen," or "mystery meat" in the title. Thankfully I have moved far beyond survival cooking and into the realm of cooking because I love to do it and try all these new and exciting recipes.
My favorite things to cook
I love to cook a wide variety of things. One week I'll cook all asian inspired dishes, and the next its french, and then its mexican and whatever strikes my fancy.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Thanksgiving! Its like a combination of this is what heaven tastes like and if I had to have a last meal, this would be it. We're talking rows of tables, each only big enough to hold one category of food each. And who doesn't love the dessert table? My grandmother alone cooks at least 7 pies each year. My mouth waters just thinking about it...
My cooking triumphs
Anything having to do with chicken. Baked, Stuffed, fried, grilled, in a pie, in soup, on a salad, you name it. Chicken dishes are definently my forte.
My cooking tragedies
When I was much younger and was learning my way around the kitchen, one of my first cooking attempts was meatballs. I ended up frying them way too long, forgot to add enough salt, and the sauce I made was literally tomato pudding. It was BAD, worse then bad, and my poor parents, trying to be supportive choaked down a plate each and smiled as they did it. Now that's love.