OK. So, I like to cook. I am pretty comfortable trying new recipes and adding my own touch to them according to my family's tastes. Usually, they like whatever I fix. Usually. *ahem!*BUTI don't make anything without a recipe. I just don't. Because I lack confidence. Because I would rather leave the figuring-out-what-tastes-good-together up to someone else. Because who wants to think at the end of the day, anyway? I.use.recipes. Well, one night not too long ago while I was laying in bed not sleeping, I was thinking about dinner. And I had an idea I wanted to try. So I put it on the menu the next week. (Which was last week...) And the night I made it, Matthew was walking through the kitchen and stopped to ask the obvious, "Whatcha doin'?" (I usually have the computer on the counter so I can follow my recipe. But this dinner was coming right out of my head. Maybe that's why he asked the question. Because he saw I wasn't using a recipe.) When I told Matthew I was making dinner from my own idea, he became very animated. "Really, Mom? This is all your idea? Wow!" I smiled at his admiration, and left it at that.However, when we all sat down at the table Matthew announced to everyone, "Mom made up this dinner all by herself. She didn't even use a recipe!" And the rest of the family responded with equal enthusiasm. I reveled in their compliments. I felt so amazing!And I am quite sure I will NEVER tell them how simple the "recipe" was. Oh, no. I think I'll let them continue to think I am so impressive.