As a genealogist (take a peek at my genealogy site Olive Tree Genealogy) and avid family historian I shudder to think of my descendants trying to figure out what my real first name is! But I like the nickname and often chuckle thinking of the challenge my great-great-great grandchlldren will face if any of them start researching the family tree.
My cooking experience began at the age of 14. I didn't like my mother's cooking and after my father died I suggested I take it over. She was overjoyed to relinquish that chore to me! My next step was our local library in our village where I found a cookbook called "Canadian Cookbook". It had chapters on how to set a table, what spices and herbs to use with different foods, the meaning of cooking terms such as saute, roux, and so on. It also provided full meal ideas from appetizers to dessert.
And so I began to cook. I would choose my menus for the week and give my mother a shopping list. I faithfully followed, step by step, through the recipes. I'm sure I cooked some pretty dreadful meals but that is how I learned. If something failed, i puzzled over what I might do differently next time - change the cooking time, or try a different herb or....
My cooking lifespan has covered almost 50 years now. I've had my share of failed meals, including the first time I ever cooked a turkey when I was 19 years old. I put the frozen turkey on top of the fridge to thaw out, never realizing that the heat from that fridge would do a nasty number on the turkey! After a day the smell was atrocious and that spoiled turkey had to be tossed. But I learned a lesson - never defrost a turkey on top of a fridge.
|A few of my Victorian Napkin Rings|
|Some of my antique china|
|Close-up of 2009 Xmas Tree|