@Hallawe MacLean
People say I am a good cook. Personally I think they just have exceedingly low expectations for a college bachelor in an apartment. One can impress people simply by not having any moldy pizza in the fridge and milk that does not turn one's stomach when smelled. Either way, I enjoy cooking and I enjoy good food. Good thing, too, because without me I am fairly certain my roommate would live on a diet of Ramen noodles, tortilla chips, and Taco Bell. I have been cooking since I was in middle-school. About once a week or so, on the way home from school Mom would ask my brothers and I, "Who's cooking dinner, because I'm not." So we learned to cook young. After spending a semester in a dorm with no kitchen facilities whatsoever and an admittedly good cafeteria which was not open when I got off of work, I am rediscovering the joy of cooking (no pun intended, I have actually never read or seen Julia Child) not only for fun, but also because the alternative is Ramen noodles, tortilla chips, and Taco Bell now that I do not live with a mother who would keep the fridge decently stocked with left-overs. When I came to college, I moved from about 500 feet above sea-level to about 4500 feet above sea-level. For the past year-or-so I have had some interesting experiences with recipes turning very different than they used to back home because of the altitude difference. I am beginning to get the hang of it, though. Just recently I have been brave enough to try yeast breads again, with a fair success rate.