Dana Hall

My adventures in cooking began when I was in the 8th grade. My mother asked me to prepare dinner to take some of the burden off of her. She was a single mother of three that worked full-time. The first time that I tackled dinner, she had left me a detailed list of ingredients and preparation instructions. Though I followed her directions almost to a "tee," I was a bit creative and decided to put my own spin on the dish. When Mom proclaimed that it tasted better than when she prepared it, cooking dinner became my official duty.