As far back as I can remember I was always in the kitchen. While my mom cooked, I tasted. And Tasted. Her food was always great. Her pastries, pies, and cookies, were always perfect confections. The huge family gatherings were usually put into epic proportion with her casual yet ever so grand family style buffets. I remember the few times my father would make his famous stir fry in the red wok or when he made flying saucer style eggs for breakfast. The summer days my when older brother and I would make golden fried potatoes and fluffy scrabled eggs. I have always had a love for food.