Well all ya'll, I've gone dun an' dun it!

I am pleased (I think) to announce that I have now reached the pinnacle of my culinary talents. It all began with the burnt toast I made as a teenager in California, later followed by frozen pizzas and burritos. This was honestly the extent of my cooking knowledge when I headed off to BYU to live in a "cooking" dormitory. My roomies will attest to being witness to my many experiments in that small kitchen, most of which included a can of cream of chicken soup and a sandwich maker. I am sad to say that while Chris and I were dating it was HIS homemade whole wheat brownies that wooed me, and not the other way around. After marriage I settled into the housewifely duties of cooking and really felt I'd done it all when I made my first apple pie from scratch (Chris remembers the mess it made in the oven from overflowing!). In Wisconsin, I furthered my endeavors with another type of pie - Pizza. Chris bought me a pizza stone for Christmas one year and I have been making pizzas from scratch every Friday night ever since. Maybe it was the Wisconsin cheese that encouraged that culinary delight, along with a nearly perfect cheese cake (that I have never been able to replicate in other states). In Texas, I was pleased to glean the knowledge from fellow El Pasoans for some ethnic dishes, namely beans and cheese. Even in Virginia, I can still make a mean pot of beans and some Queso that can pack on the pounds. Now that we are in "the South" (I know all my relatives from California believe that I live on the East Coast, but seeming as how I lived closer to salt water in California, Utah, and Texas - I'll stick with Virginia being the South), I have finally succumbed to a true southern delicacy. Yes, you guessed it - Fried Green Tomatoes, and their good! I'm afraid I'll have to stop there because I honestly have no desire to try Fried Possum or Squirrel soup.