Cooking is therapeutic for me. I never really knew more than the very basics until after college, and in fact it wasn't until I spent many an evening watching my boyfriend's mother cook that it all made sense to me. I've also always loved a good puzzle, and that's what cooking is to me, a puzzle that has very different components but fits together perfectly in the end.
My favorite things to cook
I have several favorites to cook, but no matter what I'm cooking, I love making Sunday morning breakfast. It's all about the energy of a Sunday morning, there's a certain peace about it. Some of my other favorites are Mexican dishes, soups and stews (anything that takes all day) and I love using a slow cooker!
My favorite family cooking traditions
As I grew up I loved to bake cookies. My dad always made me feel like no matter how screwed up the batch was, they were the best on the planet. It wasn't until I was older that he told me that I was meant to make the chocolate chip cookies and my mother was meant to make the Peanut Butter. I thought that was pretty funny, apparently we each have a specialty! Dad's specialty was fried rice!!!!!! Instead of spaghetti feeds for sporting events, we had fried rice nights at our house. It has always been a special thing for us as a family, and I miss it very much now that I don't live there.
My cooking triumphs
Cooking triumphs for me have been every time my boyfriend says to me that my cooking skills have now surpassed his own (this is impressive) and even more special is when he says something is near or better than his mothers. It's a high bar, and I'm glad to have come even remotely close.
My cooking tragedies
Cooking tragedies happen to me whenever I decide to cook for others while under pressure to execute my techniques perfectly. Something always goes wrong. I think I need to overcome my nerves.