My favorite things to cook
I definitely enjoy baking the best. Licking the dough off the egg beater, filling the house with the AMAZING smell of whatever is in the oven, and then finally getting to sit down and enjoy your handiwork with close friends and family....or maybe just alone ;-)
My favorite family cooking traditions
When I was growing up, Sundays were my favorite day of the week. My dad and I would get up early and make breakfast "together." You know the kind of "together" where the adult pre-measures everything into little bowls and then the child just dumps it in? My dad and I had a lot of bonding time over that griddle. I still think he makes the best Grandslam in the world :-)
My cooking triumphs
Both of my cooking triumphs have to do with trout. My husband had invited a few people over, and I was planning on making the traditional olive oil and lemon juice recipe for the trout we had caught that day. One problem. No lemon juice, and no time to run to the store. I ended up pulling whatever out of the cupboard and just throwing it into the pan. The result was this amazing dish that still has our friends raving about it!
The second trout recipe was, once again, a spur of the moment thing. I couldn't think of what to make, and remembered a recipe from a few weeks back. I ended up throwing a bunch of spices and butter onto the fish, wrapping the fish in aluminum foil, then baking for about 30 minutes. My husband nearly fell over when he tasted it. It's now a house favorite :-)
My cooking tragedies
I was already having a bad day, but decided to try and turn it around by making a fantastic thai dinner for my husband and myself. I already had all the ingredients and was grateful not to have to go anywhere. The soup I was making was pre-packaged ("boil milk and pour this packet of spices into it" type of thing), so I wasn't expecting too much trouble. Unfortunately, I didn't read the recipe very carefully and accidentally put two packets in the mixture instead of only one. I'll spare you the rest of the details, but suffice it to say that when my husband found me sitting on the floor crying, it became a Little Caesar's night.