I'm a little bit of a daredevil in cooking. I don't care if I mess up a recipe in order to try something new. I enjoy making up my own dishes - some come out terrific like my new chocolate marshmallow candy that I call "Rocky Robin" and some come out distrastrous (see "My Cooking Tragedies.") - but all are worth the effort. I also have 3 teenagers and a husband of 20 years that keep me extremely busy the rest of the time.
My favorite things to cook
I love to experiment with chicken, shrimp and hamburger meat. Crockpot stews are another favorite. But for the past few months, I've been in an all out desserts mode which is probably an early sign of pre-menopause.
My favorite family cooking traditions
I have extremely fond memories of my grandmother's Red Velvet Cake, Fudge Brownies, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Black Bottom Pie, Mincemeat Pie and Rhubarb Pie - none of which no one else has been able to accurately duplicate. My other granny use to cook a mean Mexican Cornbread in a hot iron skillet that was out of this world and the most delicious pecan pralines. I hope they have 'em ready for me when I get to Heaven (at least there, I won't have to count calories, will I?).
My cooking triumphs
Digging through "ancient" recipes by my grandmother, The Great Cook, and discovering a "new" hit recipe.
My cooking tragedies
My worst was a recipe I used out of $1 Store recipe book for my brother's wedding reception held at my mom's house. It was a French roll finger sandwich recipe and the final product looked so distrastous that I tucked it way back in the refrigerator - not to be used. My mom discovered it and set it out without my knowledge. I was mortified when my uncle approached me with a slice in his hand and said, "This is the first time I've ever had tuna fish stick to the roof of my mouth." Yes, there was peanut butter in it, but no tuna.