I'm a nineteen year old Psychology student who happens to love cooking. Living in a dorm seriously prohibits my ability to cook, but I spend most of my free time collecting, thinking about, and planning recipes. Therefore, on my occasional weekends at home, I am most often found in the kitchen: preparing the next meal, making treats at midnight, experimenting with my latest cooking tools, or frying up things on demand for anyone who even suggests that he might have some room in his stomach. Breads, Desserts, Mashed potatoes, Omelets, Pasta... Since I was born, actually before, my family does not buy bread. My mom faithfully hand-kneads and bakes wonderful bread from scratch as fast as the family and the neighbors and the friends can eat it. People often describe the smell of my home as "freshly-baked bread." I once spent an entire two days in the kitchen creating several different flavors of truffles. Some of the most successful were caramel peanut butter, coconut almond, and white chocolate cranberry. My most common cooking mishap is the overuse of salt. I love my food to be bursting with flavor, but to most people it's just a little too much.