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I'm married to a man who is in the Air Force and I have a two year old daughter. My grandmothers were both excellent cooks.So I've been told, I never really knew either of them. My mother was never allowed in the kitchen so she never learned to cook and my father picked up a few recipes from who knows where. So when my parents married my father taught my mom how to cook. So growing up we ate a lot of standard meat and potatoes but nother really intresting except for a few anomilies my mom really cooked well. So well that they are the best I've ever tasted of those particulare dishes. But they were few and far between. We were more likely to have Hamburger Helper then a real meal. Until of course I became a teenager and my foray into cooking began. I remember a Lot of failed recipes from cookbooks my mom had. I think when I started to delve into nutrition my mom really earned her stars. At one point I told her and I quote, "if I wanted the nurtritional value I would receive from eating that hamburger helper I would simply chew on the handle of my plastic brush!" But she wasn't the only one who suffered. I read the "Sugar Blues" and that sent me to eating only brown rice for two weeks. Some advice, you will not die from only eating brown rice but at some point you would rather die then feel the way you feel. Just don't. I don't know why I'm facinated with cooking, maybe because I love to eat. While being single I dabbled into cooking, while holding the title of "Take Out Queen" but when I got married I decided that this whole cooking thing needed to be mastered so I could adiquetly feed my family. Three years into it, here I am. P.S. I Live and Die by my recipes. I do not have the taste or the inate ability to just wing it. Thought I married smartly and my husband does!!