When I was growing up my great aunts showed me the world of home cooking. The house always smelled so wonderful, and the foods they taught me to prepare were traditional meals from where they grew up as well as recipes passed down to them. As I grew older I started to teach myself more about cooking, I enjoy trying new recipes that my family will enjoy.
I’m a published author and a first time mom to a beautiful girl that was born in October of 2005.
I really enjoy cooking for my husband and daughter. When my daughter gets older I want to pass the family recipes down to her and teach her everything know about cooking.
To me cooking is a magical thing that is done with love for family and friends.
My favorite things to cook
I enjoy cooking Italian, French, American, Russian, Polish and other European meals. If I can think of a way to spruce up an old recipe and make it better I will.
My favorite family cooking traditions
I would have to say that my favorite cooking traditions is the way I was taught to prep the ingredients before getting started. My great aunts always told me to make sure my food prep area was clean and had ample space for all the ingredients and to always have a seperate bowl to put all the scraps/garbage in. Doing the food prep the way they showed me has become part of my ritual when I cook a meal. For me this is a tradition in my family and I hold to it.
My cooking triumphs
Hmm, cooking triumph? That would have to be when I made a Mocha Chiffon cake for the first time, it turned out so light, so smooth and so delicious that I was surprised. Everyone who tasted it loved it and asked me for the recipe.
My cooking tragedies
When I tried to make an Angel Food cake for the first and only time, the cake fell and was so dense that I was rather upset. A friend of mine tried to cheer me up by calling it a Fallen Angel Food Cake.
When I was alot younger I tried to make chocolate chip cookies, I didn't know how far to keep them from one another. Needless to say the cookies kind of took over the oven. I guess that's what happens when a ten year old tries to make cookies. It's a funny memory to me.