I like to cook...

And my husband, Sam, likes to eat.  We are a perfect match.  We both love to try new foods, I'm always looking at new recipes, and my husband is always my guinea pig.  As for the food, sometimes it turns out and sometimes it doesn't.

*Sam trying some Jamaica (ha-my-ka)*

My best friend, Heather, and I taught ourselves how to cook.  You can ask us and our families for the horror stories, like that one time, we ruined my mother's nicest pot - a heavy duty stock pot; or that other time with the not-so-perfect cinnamon rolls that looked and smelled perfect.  We're both in shock that my mother let us back into the kitchen.  However, most of our stuff started to turn out after a period of experimentation.  One of these days my daddy will even forgive us for the food dye experiments (fyi, orange juice and green dye do not turn out well).

Since Heather and I are adults and have to be adult-ish (marriage, school, kids for Heather), we haven't been able to cook together as often.  So over the last year or two I've started to give cooking lessons to a couple of my nieces and it's been pretty fun.  We've made rosemary-parmesan bread sticks, pancakes, fruit syrup, pizza, a few different types of soup, and all sort of other good stuff.  Since I'm past the scary experimenting stage, I'm able to safely guide my nieces through theirs.

*One of my nieces*

With this blog, I'll pass along my "wisdom" and recipes as they turn out.  I have a short attention span (something my husband calls ADOS???) so I'll be sharing disasters too so that I don't tell you the same story over and over and, wait... what was that?  Oh, shiny!!!