My Kitchen Introduction

I have loved cooking since my teen years. I was always asking to cook for my family, wanted to have dinner parties and probably drove my family crazy with the mess I always left in my wake. After moving out on my own, I found cooking to be therapeutic. I could forget my loneliness, the bad day at work, the fight I had with whomever and just focus on making something complicated and delicious. Of course cooking for yourself is not quite as rewarding as cooking for others. I made endless bowls of pastas, vegetables and always felt guilty when all I could produce was spaghetti and meatballs with those frozen meatballs I had to pull out from behind some forgotten pint of ice cream.

I then met a man and that seemed to change everything. I had someone to cook for! He loves to tell the story of how I said I loved to cook, and  then the first meal I made for him turned out to be the " worst ribs on the face of the earth. " I challenge myself not to repeat meals for him, and I must say I have done fairly well, repeating only those which he requests again. I think I made up for the ribs! Now about to enter my late twenties (ech) I find that I would rather grocery shop, plant an herb garden and create dishes in his sunny yellow kitchen than go out on the town. 

I have been inspired by a grad class in which I had to create a blog, and I began reading blogs of friends and strangers alike...stealing recipes and ideas. I wavered about making my own but  here goes nothing...