I've always had a love and hate relationship with cooking. Growing up, I watched my Ma cook multiple meals a week. You know like full Sunday dinners; meat, sides, bread, and dessert, but this would be like a Tuesday evening. While she made it look easy, I never really go into it myself. Now don't get me wrong. I can cook to survive, but I'm the type that NEEDED a recipe to make it turn out right. Let's fast forward to like 2 or 3 months ago. The chef bug must have bitten me,