I've told you before about my story with cooking (you can read it here and here!) and how it started from very early on. I was obsessed with the kitchen and ingredients since I was a very little girl, and my mother, bless her heart, always let me get in there and make a mess as you might recall from my stories of the "everything goes into them but mom eats them anyway caterpillar cookies".
The first recipe I truly learned how to master well were brownies. I took the recipe from a very old Betty Crocker book about entertaining I found in my mom's bookshelf, and which I still have (in pieces, but I have it). I practiced making them so often that I soon became the official brownie baker in my family and my school. There wasn't an event, party, holiday gathering or beach trip which didn't require me going into the pantry and whipping up a batch. The wonderful thing they don't tell you about being a kid and cooking is that somebody else does the shopping and all you have to do is raid the counters (yes!).Read More