One of my many embarressing moments in the kitchen was one of my earlist ones. When I was 13 my mother had to spend her summer in college leaving me to keep house and cook for my father during the week days. I personally was having a blast. I poured over cookbooks and found tons of things my mother had never prepared before, mostly casseroles. Every day my father would come home for lunch and then dinner once he had closed the service station he owned and I would have a brand new recipe for him to enjoy. The first weekend my mother came home she quickly took me aside after a few intense moments with my dad. It seems that I had never noticed that he was nearly a food purist and hated to eat foods mixed together. He even ate peanut butter and jelly sandwichs by taking a bite of peanut butter on bread and then taking a bite of jelly afterwards. NOW I understood why my mother never fixed casseroles LOL I will always adore him totally for not wanting to discourage me in my first efforts at meal planning. Needless to say I went back to the ordinary menus I had grown up with after that and though it wasn't nearly as exciting to fix it did teach me to observe how people eat so that they could enjoy what I was putting in front of them.