like a puppy in a china shop
i guess i've done this backasswards. already posted a few comments and perhaps a question and neglected to introduce myself, first. didn't mean to be rude, just overly enthusiastic (some say spaz-tic).
don't really specialize or have a favorite cuisine, but if you place a plate of homemade cookies in front of me, you've made a friend for life (i usually have at least one bag of frozen cookie dough, all rolled up, ready to be popped straight into the oven, cuz you never know when that urge will hit at 3am in the morning). and if it's a choice between a plate of fresh-out-of-the-oven cookies and the cure to all my ailments...tough call.
trying to learn to cook better to compensate for the fact that i rarely am ever able to afford dining out. there's a show here in Chicago, called Check Please that is just food porn for me. sometimes try to figure out how they make a dish, practically never works, but guess you never know until you try.
i'm sorta' like a puppy, bumping into things on wobbly, scampering legs. so if i trample on any toes, apologize beforehand. must be all those cookies.
thank you for reading