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        mom and I didn't (and still don't) have a particularly close or
        nurturing relationship, so there were no cozy cooking lessons in our
        kitchen as I was growing up.  My "education" began when I
        was 14 or 15 and giving my parents grief about having to wash the dishes
        everyday.  I asked my dad why I always had to wash them and he
        replied that since my mom did all the cooking, I had to do the cleaning
        up.  A lightbulb went on somewhere in my mind and an idea began to
        form.  If I had to wash dishes because Mom did the cooking, did
        that mean if I did the cooking I wouldn't have to wash dishes?  Dad
        agreed that such a trade-off would be fair, though I'm not sure Mom ever
        saw it that way. 
 I began cooking the very next day.  I used recipes, asked questions
        or made it up as I went along.  There were a few flops along the
        way, but for the most part my experiments turned out fairly well. 
        It turned out I had a talent for cooking and some of my most precious
        memories are of my dad complimenting a meal I had made, because he was
        very stingy with compliments and my grandmother is the only other person
        whose cooking I ever heard him praise.  I made dinner virtually
        every night from that beginning until I left for college three years
        later.
 
 Not much cooking went on during college or during the first two years of
        my marriage because I worked until 6:30 every evening.  We lived
        near Tim's parents at the time and since his mom was cooking for 7 or 8
        every night, she insisted we just eat there.  Tim's mom was a
        lovely woman and gladly took me under her wing, but I didn't learn
        anything from her when it came to cooking.  She was a plain meat
        and potatoes cook.  She didn't even use spices....really....none. 
        Not even salt and pepper.
 
 The next stop in my cooking journey was two years spent living with my
        grandmother.  She was a wonderful old-fashioned, home-style cook
        and taught me how to cook the way she did.  Everything was so
        yummy, but I don't often cook the way she did because it all tends to be
        very high in fat (lots of bacon grease and lard involved).
 
 Mom has over the years helped me learn preserving and canning when I've
        asked her and we've made a lot of holiday dinners together, but mostly
        I'm back to experimenting on my own again and trying new recipes. 
        I've tried watching the cooking shows on television, but I just can't
        get into them.  Things that come along in life shape what I make
        now, too.  With Tim and I both in our 40's now I'm getting more
        health conscious and trying to incorporate more fruits and vegetables
        and healthier cooking methods.  I imagine I'll be learning the rest
        of my life.
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