Growing up in a house that revolved around food(when planning a gathering the first and really only question we discuss is what we’re going to eat….and then maybe a few days later we’ll call back and ask about when we should actually show up)—it was only natural that I would come to love cooking. But a product of my generation, I keep myself extremely busy — I like to party, volunteer, read, regularly train for races, spend time with friends and family. However, I refuse to believe that good eating, and homemade meals, cannot co-exist with such a hectic lifestyle. I kept hearing over and over again from my friends how they wished they knew what to do with themselves once they stepped into the kitchen. Pretty much all I know about cooking is essentially through trial and error, so trust me when I say we are in this together. Know though, if I can make it work, there’s hope for you.