My mom once told me that there are some people who just eat to live, and some people who live to eat. I come from a family of people who live to eat. There are no professional chefs in my family, but all of us love food, and knowing how to cook was just a side effect of that love. I learned to cook mostly from my mom, who on holidays makes the jewish classics like rugelach, latkes, brisket and tzimmes, and kugel, and year round makes everything from mac and cheese, to curry chicken. She would never call herself an amazing chef, but she knows how to cook, and she knows what tastes good. From my dad I ate and learned his specialties, flipping perfect pancakes and delicious omelettes, and of course being in charge of the grill, a common favorite of many dads across America. My dad grew up in West Virginia, so naturally his mom, my grandma, has spent her life cooking as cheaply as possible, canning and cooking vegetables from her garden, and making amazing biscuits and gravy. I nev...