With exceptions here and there, no one in my family cooked. Learning to
cook was therefore an act of rebellion. (One grandmother made
hamentaschen with us. My mother sometimes made a meat & tomato sauce.
Other than that, it was broiled meats, salads, and frozen vegetables.
Not bad, not what you would call cooking.)


I learned from cookbooks, trial and error (lots of hideous and humorous
errors), the Culinary Institute, Jim, and more cookbooks.


--Lia